“He’s late.”
“He’ll be here,” Sofia sighed, moving across the room to check that all the crates were sealed correctly.
“He was supposed to arrive yesterday,” the large man with the silver hair said, following Sofia closely.
Sofia turned and smiled up at him, placing her hands on his chest.
“Soren,” she said.
The large man leaned down and gave a soft grunt.
Sofia moved her arms around his neck and pulled him gently to her to place a soft peck on his lips.
“He will be here,” she whispered against his mouth.
Soren took a deep breath through his nose and then grunted in acquiescence.
Sofia smiled and pulled away from him. Turning back to continue checking that all the crates were ready to go.
“These look good,” she said. “Are the runners ready?”
“They should be,” Soren said in his gruff voice. “But Remi was organizing them.”
Sofia raised an eyebrow.
