Man at War – Excerpt No. 159

“You seem to be a regular?” Breanna asked after regaining a semblance of composure.

“Hmmm,” Evelyn said. “Three months now. How did you know?”

“You can’t dress like that and be a maid,” Breanna observed.

Evelyn smirked, enjoying the tiny tells that were giving her a clearer picture of who Breanna was. The notebook was work related, and she focused on it exclusively until Evelyn distracted her. Still, a part of Breanna was bored, yearning for something, but had no time to explore her interests.

The Georgian also had an eye for detail. Evelyn even suspected that Breanna already knew her name from passing conversations. I have to assume that blood or using my voice will have no effect.

a surreal and vibrant cinematic photo of a redheaded woman with milky skin, an exaggerated hourglass figure, wearing a utilitarian dress with a high collar and long sleeves, sitting at a plush velvet booth in a lavish lounge filled with ornate furnishings and dimly lit chandeliers, looking utterly bored with a hint of dissatisfaction on her heart-shaped face, her bright red hair styled in loose waves, her full lips slightly parted, her bright blue eyes gazing off into the distance, surrounded by the opulent decor of 1915, captured in a photorealistic style with a subtle film grain, emphasizing the contrast between her mundane expression and the luxurious setting.

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