8 Sentence Sunday

Mattie meets Genya!

The steward there looked positively disgusted that she spoke in such a way, but he vanished to fetch her coat anyway. As she waited, she sensed a presence approach from behind. Knowing it was Thomas, she whirled to give him an unedited piece of her mind.

The words died on her lips when she realized the man behind her was not Thomas.

He was tall and dark-haired, and the only man she’d seen so far without a tuxedo or Naval uniform on. Instead, he wore a high-collared, double-breasted black jacket with a red sash from his left shoulder across his chest to his right hip. The gilded belt around his waist accentuated the definition of the body beneath it. His black slacks ended as they dove into shined black knee-high boots.

He smiled and spoke with a thick Russian accent: “You are not leaving, are you?”

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