My plane had arrived early at the airport.
The excitement of a new place and a new
job was bubbling up inside me.
"Miss Barro?" said a sweet intimate voice.
I turned around to see a most elegant man with dancing eyes.
"Please come with me, I have a vehicle waiting for us."
As we walked he told me his name Napoleon Solo.
He held the door open as he helped me enter the shiny limo.
I was aware of the gentle, firm hold of his hand on my elbow.
The driver waited quietly while Napoleon gave me a small update
of my schedule, then turned slightly and tipped his hat when
he was introduced to me as Illya.
My heart melted when I saw his blue eyes.
"Welcome, Miss Rosa Barro, enjoy the scenery during the ride."
Illya's eyes would glimpse at me through the rearview window.
Napoleon ever so close to me, his eyes always moving,
reached over and pushed the button that closed off the backseat
view from the front by raising a tinted window...