Chloe looked down at her "Wardrobe."
"Yes. That."
"Oh, this. A lady on the airplane gave these to me. Wasn't that nice of her?"
"Are you expected to give them back?"
Chloe put her thumb in her waistband and began tugging the shorts down, "Oh, do you think I should?"
Brynn and Matteo simultaneously screamed, "NO!" The last thing either of them wanted to do on a Thursday afternoon was deal with airport security.
"What I mean is: what happened to the clothes you wore ONTO the plane?"
"Ohhhhh," Chloe nodded, "There were none."
Matteo chuckled, "Of course there weren't." And Brynn slapped his chest.
Brynn wondered how in the world this girl was allowed to board a plane wearing nothing at all.
"Did you know," she found the words to ask, "that the airline doesn't like people going nude on their planes?"
"Non?"
Brynn shook her head. A lot.
Realization hit the young French woman and she rocked back, "Ohhhhhhh! Now it makes sense!"
Matteo, with the ever-present grin, nodded, "Yes it does."
"Matteo, please," Brynn admonished.
Matteo shrugged.
"The stewardess gave me a nice blanket because she said I looked cold."
"I think you look pretty hot," Matteo said, but after Brynn swatted him again, this time harder, he nodded.
"Yep. I deserved that."
Chloe pointed down to her wiggling toes, "And these sandals!"
"Do you... frequently go nude? Back where you're from?"
"Absolument! In fact, I don't even own any clothes!"
Matteo laughed, "So I guess it would be dumb to ask if you need help with your suitcase."
Chloe frowned and pulled the waistband to just above her pubic hair, "Clothing is so uncomfortable. My hips are so irritated. Look!"
And they did. And yes, her skin was red at the hips.
Matteo whispered into Brynn's ear that they should leave before they got thrown into the brig for Indecent Exposure.
Brynn nodded and collected their new charge, "Say, Chloe. We have a nice car outside. We can bring you to a store to buy some clothes that are more to your liking."
"Liking? But I do not like clothes."
"Um," they hustled Chloe toward the exit, "maybe you just haven't found the right kind of clothes."
And to prove her distaste for clothing, the French girl removed her top and presented it to a gawking teen girl passing by with her family, "For you!"
Brynn hastily intervened, "No it's not! That's not... can I have that back please? She's new to the country! Thank you." She wanted to give the top back to Chloe so they wouldn't get arrested, but by that time they had reached the exit, and as they stepped into the sunlight Chloe's shorts came off as well.
Matteo took them without a word, stuffed them into his pocket, then asked, "Let me guess: south of France, yes?"
"Yes! How did you know?"
"Oh, crazy intuition."
Matteo said to Brynn with a smile, "Her English is impeccable."
"Better than mine," she agreed.
They made it to the platinum colored electric vehicle waiting for them on the lot. Brynn turned her head this way and that in search of blue lights or officials calling her name, but they were apparently left to their own devices concerning their new friend. Brynn settled in behind the wheel as Chloe slid into the backseat. She commented, "Ooh. This seat feels so comfortable on my bum."
Matteo, from the passenger seat, nodded, "That's why Brynn's dad spent a quarter-of-a-million dollars on this thing -- for its capable bum pleasing abilities."
Brynn silently turned on the car, thinking of what her father would think of his new hire.
Matteo jokingly punched her shoulder, "This is gonna be awesome!"
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