I should probably stop writing these... But whatever.
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"Okay. You've been practicing this all morning. You won't mess up." Izak muttered to himself, opening the door to the restaurant and taking off his jacket. He looked around quickly, before spotting Fedosia wiping down the tables before the business opened.

Izak took a shaky breath, taking off his jacket and approaching her slowly, not wanting to catch her by surprise. "Hello, Fedosia." He greeted, even though he was fully aware she couldn't hear him as he waved at her. She glanced over, before standing up, looking down at him as she waved. Her dark brown eyes were glinting with curiosity, probably because Izak wasn't much of a conversation, never really engaging any of his coworkers, which included Fedosia.

Nervously, Izak set his jacket down and carefully signed, 'Hey, how are you today?', his brain working hard to remember the different hand positions he had learned on the YouTube video. He silently prayed that he was actually saying what he meant to say, hoping that the video wasn't actually teaching him to sign something mean or inappropriate.

Fedosia's eyes lite up, and she set down her rag, and began contorting her fingers, rapidly firing sign at Izak. His eyes widened in alarm, as he attempted to figure out what she was saying, but it was no use; of the three languages he knew, sign was not one of them.

"O mój, qu'est-ce que j'ai fait?" He muttered in a mix tongue, anxiously wringing his fingers together, not sure how to break it to Fedosia that he couldn't actually understand her.

But the teen was intuitive enough to see the uncomfortable panic in Izak's hazel brown eyes, and she paused. "Oy, prostite. YA poluchil deystvitel'no exicted. Prosti." She apologized, automatically speaking in Russia.

"I don't speak Russian either." He almost squeaked.