5pm rolls around and I am grateful for the Aiden’s invite because I could use a drink. Having nothing to do at work really allows you to just sit around and think of the worst possible things. One of them being my mother trying to set me up with one of Raisa’s boyfriend’s (fiancé, whatever) friends. I know she wants me to move back to Moscow after university, she’s always wanted that, and finding a guy in Russia would be one of the ways to get me to do it.
The receptionist, turns out, is Aiden’s friend from college, and she was the one who recommended him for the job a couple of months ago. They’re both doing their mandatory internships at NYU; Ines is studying Management Communications and Aiden’s studying Human Resources Management.
Aiden lives in a one-bedroom apartment that has a big
