The airport was relatively vacant, considering the time of day. Gate 8 was unloading a flight from Argentina, and Gate 11 was disembarking from Paris, but the concourse was otherwise empty as Brynn and Matteo navigated their way to bring home Daddy's new hire. They reached Gate 11 just as the 737 was touching down, and watched as it connected to the jetway. The first few groups of people were wide-eyed and giggling, which made Brynn wonder what movie they had watched over the Atlantic.
And then she knew the source of the wide-eyed giggling.
Matteo, at her back, was unable to keep his own grin from his voice as he chortled, "Ho-holy shit!"
There, at the end of the tunnel, coming toward them, was a tall woman about Brynn's age. Her blonde hair swayed as she walked, and her smile seemed to light up the darkened tunnel. She was drop-dead gorgeous, the type of woman who made guys crash their cars. Lean and buxom, athletic without appearing like an athlete. She was a 10th-degree head-turner.
She was also almost utterly nude.
In fact, Brynn had to do a double-take to make sure the girl was wearing anything at all. Shorts which showed more skin than a thong, and a tiny little crop top which seemed to be made with the attitude of "Why bother?" On her feet were... airline flip-flops, of all things.
Without moving her lips, Brynn commented, "Oh, dear Lord. I hope this isn't Chloe."
Matteo disagreed, "I hope it is."
The girl's smile broadened even more, if that was possible, when she saw Brynn and Matteo. Brynn tried not making eye contact, but much like everything else in the immediate vicinity, her eyes were eventually drawn to the blonde's baby blues. And, just for a moment, Brynn was lost in the endless depths of them.
"Brynn Stone?"
Oh shit.
Brynn smiled, hesitantly, "Chloe Sauvant?"
And just like that, her smile exploded into a million lumens, "Oui!" And before Brynn could react, the young woman threw her arms around her and squeezed until Brynn's lungs cried for release. At which point, she turned to Matteo.
"Et toi?"
He smiled and extended his hand, "Extremely pleased to meet you."
Chloe bypassed the handshake and wrapped him up as well. He gave Brynn a wink until his new French Bestie let him go.
Brynn wasn't sure how to best ask, but there certainly was an elephant in the room, "So, uh, Chloe..."
"Oui?"
"Ummmmm..."
There was an uncomfortable moment of silence, where Chloe rocked on her heels, waiting for the conversation to start. It was so uncomfortable, that Matteo actually winced and cut in, "First of all, welcome to America."
"Oh," she nodded, "merci."
Finally, Brynn found her voice, "So, um, Chloe..."
Chloe smiled obliviously, patiently waiting.
"What... happened to your clothes?"
Chloe scowled, "Je ne comprends pas ce mot."
Now Brynn matched Chloe's scowl, "Do you... speak English?"
Another million lumen smile, "Oui!"
"Clothes?"
She shook her head, "Non."
Matteo agreed with a smile, "She is definitely non clothes."
Slowly, Brynn asked, "Where. Are. Your. Clothes?"
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