"Has anyone introduced me to you before I came here?" Alexander's face showed apparent surprise.
"It's not hard to guess, Eller," Adrian smiled slightly, "You're tall yet proportionate, and you have beautifully tanned skin, exuding both sexiness and a fiery enthusiasm. Although it was just a short walk, a few gestures, your quality as a top model is unquestionable. I can't think of anyone but a Brazilian girl who would have these traits—of course, more importantly, I recognized your Brazilian accent."
The three listeners, spellbound, showed surprised expressions simultaneously and then burst into laughter.
"It's like that joke from Conan Doyle, where the taxi driver only mentions he saw your name on your luggage at the end, you're really funny, Ed," Claude shook his head.
"Thank you," Adrian spread his hands, "but what I said is all true, Crow, Eller is a top model."
"Oh?" Claude raised his eyebrow, a meaningful smile crossing his eyes, "You really think so."
