[b][i][color=f08080]Katya[/color][/i][/b]
The way the conversation was turning out with the boy as he sucked on a lollipop made Katya feel very suspicious. It wasn’t hard to tell although he was trying to hide it he was up to something and it seemed she was merely cover. Knowing this fact didn’t bother Katya and she’d continue to talk to the boy for as long as he hung around for she simply lacked anything else to do. Also she had come to the party with the goal to intact a little so this was allowing her to achieve her goal. 
Listing to the boy speak she was about to reply when she noticed he looked at the punch and seemed to get quite upset and left her to seemingly pick a fight with some other boy.
[color=f08080]“A fight how dull.”[/color] she muttered to herself pulling out her phone to see who had sent her a message. The message was for her brother back home wishing her the best of luck and if they can get online at the same time needed to play a game. 

Sending a quick thank you and taunt of how he’d never bet her at a game, Katya put her phone away and looked back at the fight to see it had gotten interesting. Seeing that a teacher had stepped in and was apparently dealing with situation in a way that looked unfamiliar to how teacher would typically break up fights. It was then another boy approached her this time offering a cup of punch while stating the teacher breaking up the fight was his father. Now that was interesting information and with her small semi-permanent smile took the cup of punch.
[color=f08080]“Thank you, you are very kind.”[/color] she stated taking the chance to look the boy over… finding his choice of attire odd for this party. It was thought more along the lines of what she used to seeing people wearing. Still she had to admit although the boy looked young then her he did look pretty handsome in his clothing… making Katya feel a little flustered with a slight blush growing on her cheeks.
[color=f08080]“So… um… my name… is Ekaterina Ozerova Romanovna. But I think it would be okay if you call me Katya… Da I would like that… like you I’m being new to this school, transferred from school in Russia. So what about you? Are transfer students or is it something more interesting? It must being strange being in a school where your father working.”[/color] Katya said quickly noticing her level of English degraded slightly making her smile fade a little as she grew annoyed at herself she needed to make sure her ability to talk and be understood where affect as she doubted the boy could speak Russian. 

[@Raijinslayer]