Summary:

“Just… teach me the basics first,” he managed to get out as he leaned forward with his notebook, “you’ll, uh, find out. Eventually.” He used his finger to try to block out the messy scribble in the margins of the first page, flashing an awkward grin, and hoping to all the Gods, any Gods, that his handwriting was so ugly she couldn’t— “‘Will you marry me’?” Her loud scowl speared through his heart, and her eyebrows raised past the roof. – where shane tries to learn russian so he could propose to ilya just like he so rightfully deserves 🩷