Odd Company

[Victor Steiner]

He was surprised by her appearance, young but weathered by life, a fine figure but hidden by black except for her striking Red hair. She was not the individual he would have expected to see and couldn't have picked her out. So it would seem. How do you do Nina? The words flowing out of his mouth of their own accord. Pretty woman or not, she was an enigma although by this point he was hard pressed to find anyone who wasn't. Everyone had a story, she seemed willing to share hers, strange as it seemed to him. Won't you sit? I'm sure we have plenty of time, judging by the bottle she was holding he assumed she wanted to stay a little while longer, although he made a mental note to go easy on the drink, lest he said something a little too forward or revealing.

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