Ivan sighed, eager to get back to the shower. The sticky feeling of sweat on his skin was becoming uncomfortable, and he was itching to wash it off. Still standing by the door, he looked at Ania and asked, "So, what really brings you here?"
Ania shrugged, "Nothing much. I just decided to drop by. I thought I'd see what my big brother was up to." She paused, glancing around the room. "Anyways, I'm starving. Are the maids done making breakfast yet?"
Ivan shook his head, crossing his arms. "They should be done in about thirty minutes. Now, if that's all, I'm going to get back to what I was doing."
Ania's phone buzzed in her small purse, interrupting their conversation. She fished it out, glancing at the screen with a laugh. "Oh, sign me up," she murmured.
Ivan raised an eyebrow, confused by her random comment, but before he could ask anything further, Ania had already turned on her heel and was making her way down the hall.
