<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5eNdU7D.jpg)</div>Sol had nearly finished typing out a thank-you-farewell to his cousin when a pair of heels and dainty feet stepped into view beside his crossed legs.  With a blink he leveled his gaze and found a delightfully curvaceous yet lithe hip and thighs facing him, and with a second blink his eyes then moved on to frame an equally delightful and beauteous bust looking down expectantly.  A charming lilt in her voice sounded unmistakably Southern American, a personal favorite he could not explain, and her uniform wrapped about her like gift wrapping waiting to be pulled away.  The kind of beauty most would falter and fumble words to greet smiled for Prince Solomon and for him alone it seemed.<br/><br/>"And may peace, mercy, and the blessings of God be upon you, madam," he smiled back with an educated pacing between words and the Queen's English rounding his vowels.  "Miss Abigale, is it?  Thank you," he repeated afterwards while taking the magazine from her hands politely.  Yet rather than take his eyes off hers he neatly placed it upon his lap and, after hitting 'Send', pocketed his phone inside his coat.  He assumed it was simply polite reading material, a business magazine or such, and would read it once the most interesting distraction at the moment had left.<br/><br/>"I shall be in your care for the next few hours, but I appreciate you starting early.  Have you any tea?  Brand and mix are not a concern as much as a soothing warmth..."<br/><br/>Smiling a little more broadly this time he leaned forward slightly and crossed his arms over his knee.  "You know my name?  That is very flattering."