As Soma treaded down the terminal, she turned left and rided the escalator down and saw a large gathering of people holding signs, awaiting their partners, loved ones, whichever they have been waiting for.
And she saw a man about 4 years her senior, he seemed stocky and built with some stubble, around 6'3 feet in height, over a foot her current height. He had brown hair and eyes and was holding a sign with the sharpee labeled initals of "SOMA PERIES", and he was scanning the crowd. Maintaining a neutral facade, the silver haired girl calmly walked up to him.
"Mr. MacKenzie?" She asked in a professional monotone. He turned towards her.
"Miss Peries I presume?" He held out his hand, which she shook in return and nodded.
"Yes. Colonel Smirnov told me you and him are friends," Matt chuckled.
"Well it's a long story. I can tell ya on the car ride back home. Let's go get your bags." He walked, Soma keeping in pace.
'Gotta say,' thought Matt to himself as he inspected the girl. 'Slim and petite, and a pretty face for sure. But, with the right amount of weight, she'd be a bombshell.' As if to exemplify his claim, an overweight blonde woman walked past and his head remained straight, although his eyes traveled.
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