As the driver dropped her off on the entrance, a woman in a blue working coat, stitched with the words Royale Flight Engineer, approached her. Under the title, printed the name Beecay Ubmos.
She was smiling at Amanda, a bit affectionately, and extended her hand. “Hi, you must be the new commander. I am Beecay Ubmos, the flight engineer, but everyone here just call me Bee.”
"Hi, Bee, I am Amanda Ashford, but you call me Ada if you like," Amanda returned with a smile and held out her hand. Bee’s grip was firm but tender, her eyes were beaming passion, and her smile was full of fondness. Their hands mingled with each other for a very long time, and so did their eyes. Blue, crystal blue, blue like the coat Bee was wearing, blue like the eyes Bee was seeing. At that instant, blue was the warmest color.
Slowly, Bee’s thumb was rubbing, or more like touching, caressing the back of Amanda’s hand in a circular motion. And Amanda enjoyed it, she was giggling, and so was Bee.
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