Opera, a Young Woman
Opera was lost on what he meant for a few seconds.
She had a hidden beauty that was hard to notice unless you stared at her face. She was petite but not eye-catching. Nonetheless, she gave an aura of grace in simplicity.
"Oh, you meant that time. I do remember that."
Opera nodded. She looked at Henry, wondering why he asked.
"Can you help me find that tomb? I will compensate with a lot of money," Henry said.
Opera made eye contact with Lomo. She thought about it.
"Sure. Why not? If you're disappointed, it's not on me, okay?"
She readily agreed. Henry smiled.
"Can you wait here? I'll go get my disciple."
"Disciple?"
Opera was surprised, but she agreed to wait for him.
Henry left and got Felicia. After several minutes, they returned.
"I'm here. Where's Opera?"
"Here."
Opera waved her hand and smiled. She carried a closed parasol in one hand.
"Can I know your name?" she asked Henry.