The maiden quickly stood up from her seat and hurried to the door of the luxurious private jet and to her surprise it was already open. She went out and from the end of the jet's stairway, the gorgeous hunk in his fitted black shirt wearing a huge cloak looking so hot and handsome in his hair sexily slick back gently stirred by the night's zephyr wind. A pair of emerald orbs staring deeply at her greeted her. His both hands thrust into his pocket while taking a step forward towards her.
"Mort!" With tears clouding her face vision, Sumire scream out his name in delight and hurried off the jet. The maiden seemed to be floating in the air as she descended the stairs.
