James heard a knock at his door. He had just showered. He changed into a pair of denims and a T-shirt and opened the door.
A beautiful tall woman with shiny straight jet black hair, wearing a white singlet and ripped denim shorts, stood in front of him with a tray. She looked at him, her eyes bright with curiosity and smiled. Her thin lips turned into a smile as she pushed her glasses up her straight nose and said, “Hi! I got your dinner.”
“Thank you… Uhm,” he took the tray over from her. The food was covered with a cloche. Clean cutlery wrapped in a nice white serviette next to it. Fancy for a packhouse.
“Hazel. Hazel Morgan. Nice to meet you, “ she said. Passing him the tray.
“Wow! Do you guys have a second name? I thought everyone just went with their first names.”
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