"Dominik, I'm really sorry," Scarlett Yang said. "I didn't think about the consequences then. I wasn't really thinking at all. I followed my thirst ... Was Andrzej very angry?"
"We cleared it all up," Śliwiński gestured to her into the living room.
"So he was," she sighed. "What smells so good in here?"
Śliwiński looked at her curiously. All he could smell was the smell of the pancakes and cocoa they had for breakfast coming from the kitchen. But the American woman could not talk about it.
Scarlett, with the ease of her own, made for the kitchen. There were also cups and a plate with a few pancakes on the table.
"Can I try it?" She asked looking at the dish with a gleam in her eyes.
"They're already cold," he said. "I'll fry them for you, they'll be tastier."
"Are you really gonna do this for me?"
"Of course," he smiled and reached for his apron.
