There was something else about her, the way she talked, the way she moved…she wasn’t like the other villagers. She was brighter and more physically adept to move like a normal person.
“What are you staring at?” she asked him. “You are making me uncomfortable.”
He blushed at his awkward stare. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I just was shocked to see a woman like you. You’re not like your other people.”
“Of course not,” she explained. “I’m more educated and well-read. You knew that, right?”
Yes, he knew that but he wasn’t expecting it…not her.
“I guess I’m surprised that…”
“I’m more intelligent than the rest of my people,” she finished the sentence for him. “Don’t deny, you think my people are idiots.”
He was taken aback by that accusation. “No,” he stammered. “I just mean…all the stereotypes we have…you don’t fit into them. I was surprised, that’s all.”
She shook her head. “Yeah right…”
“You don’t believe me?” He ruffled his black hair. His dark eyes were set on the Amazonian beauty in front of him. Russell was attractive, with his square jaw and cream-colored skin. He was a *catch*. But not to that woman…
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