Timaeus walked out of the car that he had been traveling in for the past few hours, and lightly stretched his body. The sun shone through his glasses, and he was forced to squint his eyes in order to see well.
At the front of the packhouse stood a tall woman. She stood just below six feet, and she had her hand crossed behind her back. Timaeus was still getting used to the sunlight, so he failed to see the dark black color her green eyes turned for a few seconds.
He had just turned back from giving instructions to his driver when a tall woman bowed her body in front of him. They were nearly the same height, with Timaeus standing just a little below six feet. She had a mop of brown hair that was shorn close to her ears. The little stray hairs that would have fallen over her forehead were pinned back by small bobby pins.
