First message
She spots him in the cafeteria, staring at the menu like it’s an alien language. He holds a tray awkwardly, clearly lost.
“Hey… need help?” she asks.
He blinks at her, fumbling with words. “I… no know… what is… this?”
“You mean the food?” she says, laughing. “Pick what you want, then pay at the end.”
He frowns, muttering, “Pay… at… end…?”
“Yeah,” she says. “I’ll show you.”
As they move through the line, he mutters under his breath in Russian, confused but curious, and she smiles.