第11章 (4-4)

With a sigh that conveyed the weight of a thousand ideological compromises, Soviet retreated to the bedroom. He changed into the soft trousers and the plain t-shirt. It felt strangely liberating, the lack of structure, the lightness of the fabric. He stared at the floral shirt for a long moment before finally, with a sense of profound resignation, putting it on. The colors in the mirror were an assault on his sensibilities. He looked like a tourist. He looked... ordinary.

When he emerged, America let out a low whistle, followed by a burst of laughter he quickly tried to stifle. "Wow. Okay. The pattern is... a lot. But you know what? You look almost... approachable." He came closer, his laughter softening into a smile. He reached out, his fingers gently smoothing the collar of the shirt, a surprisingly intimate gesture. "See? Not so bad. Now you're ready for your first American breakfast."

He led Soviet not to a formal dining table, but to a diner a short drive away, a chrome-and-vinyl relic from a bygone era. They slid into a red leather booth. America ordered a stack of pancakes dripping with maple syrup, crispy bacon, and scrambled eggs, a plate of overwhelming, synchronized abundance. Soviet ordered oatmeal.

The waitress, a cheerful woman with a name tag that read "Dottie," called them "honey" and refilled their coffee mugs without being asked. The clatter of plates, the easy chatter of other patrons, the sheer.

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