Politely decline

?I apologize, but I cannot,? you say. She frowns, but backs up off the bed. ?It?s not that I don?t find you attractive. But I don?t even want to be here. I?m just working for a week until I pay off my debt to Alison.?

?I understand,? she says. She sits in a chair on the far end of the room.

?And, to tell you the truth, there?s someone back home. And even though I don?t know if I?ll ever see him again, I still feel loyal to him.?

She perks her head up. ?Where is home?? she asks.

?Umm, it?s hard to explain,? you say. ?But the easiest way to explain it is that I?m from Kiev. It?s in Eastern Europe if you didn?t know.?

?I do know,? she says. She cocks her head and stares at you. At first you think she?s undressing you with her eyes, but it becomes clearer she?s looking deeper than that. ?My Heavens!? she says. ?Did thou just arrive here today??

?In fact, yes,? you reply.

?And thou art Jewish??

?Um, yes.?

She stands up out of her chair and walks over to you, extending her hand. Tentatively, you reach yours out, and she shakes it vigorously. ?Nice to meet thee, Gabriella.? Frozen, you can?t speak. ?I cannot believe I?ve met thee, especially at a place like this. I will make sure to have everything explained to thee. But we need to get out of here, and I?m afraid the front door is not an option.? She cocks her head in the direction of the window.

Whatever?s she planning, it has to better than spending another night in here.