Meet Jubi by Soul Solfelis (Posted for Sammi)
Despite it being ten in the morning, it was dark and dreary and god-awful ugly. Mavin had just been in town, leaving his reasons mysterious as per usual. As he drove down the road that led to the turn-in for the Bassett property he was listening to a classical station play on the radio of his SUV. His windshield wipers were swishing back and forth rapidly to keep up with the sleet and freezing rain. Suddenly, he noticed a figure bundled in winter clothing ahead, walking along the side of the road, carrying a big stuffed sailcloth sack and pushing a small cart. He slowed to a stop and rolled down his passenger side window to speak with the person.
“Are you lost?” he asked his hazel eyes on her as the young woman came to lean on the car door so she could hear.
“I have no place to be, sir,” She was muddy and soaked to the skin, probably freezing cold.
“Are you a runaway?” he wanted to know.
“No, I am eighteen and my father knows I left home to seek gainful employment and find out who I am.” She had a pretty, rounded face with a lock of red hair sticking out from her hat and scarves and intense green eyes.
He unlocked the car doors and lifted the trunk against his better judgment before running a hand through his brown hair. “Put your things in the trunk and get in. The least I can do is let you get warm and dry and I suppose I could put you to work helping me keep my house in order.”
She was such a tiny thing with China-white skin and delicate features, what in the world was she doing out here, in the middle of nowhere, lugging all that heavy stuff around?
“Thank you, sir.” She did so and climbed into the SUV. He rolled up the window.
“Put your seat belt on, please.”
She nodded and fumbled with the belt, perhaps because she was so cold. He turned the heat on full blast, deciding she needed to be warm more than he needed to be comfortable. He continued down the road now. There was something about this young woman that made him so curious. She was familiar looking.
“Do you have a name?” he asked.
“Jubilee Daniels, sir,” She knew it was a lie, but it was a practiced one, so it seemed airtight. “What is your name?”
“I’m Mavin Bassett. Why were you out here in the middle of nowhere in a bad storm and cold weather?” He touched her hand where it poked out of the base of a red knit glove. “You’re chilled.”
“I do not know really, sir. I was just wandering.” She watched him. “I will be allright though.”
“Stop calling me sir, it makes me feel old. Just Mavin is fine.”
“Call me Jubi, then.” She peeled off her hair covers to reveal long, red hair braided tightly.
She probably was quite lovely under that protective coat of dirt she had on. Noting her shivers, he stopped the car and reached in the backseat for his black emergency blanket. Handing it over, he received a grateful nod and a pretty smile.
“You are very kind, Mavin.” The innocent smile made him recall someone from a dream.
“Are you hungry?” He suddenly wanted to know.
“I have not eaten much recently. My trail mix ran out four days ago and my money ran out yesterday.” She talked as if it were someone else in the situation and not her.
“I’ll make you something once we get you set up in one of the guest rooms to shower and change…I’ll probably have to give you some clothes, your pack looked damp too. You must be quite strong to carry that around.” He turned off the music before turning into his family’s estate.
Once inside the house, he carried the remarkably heavy pack and cart, and led her up to a guest room next to his suite and he plopped the bag gently on the floor.
“I’m going to get you sheets, and shower necessities, don’t start stripping until I bring you the stuff and you go in that bathroom.”
“Thank you, Mavin.” She smiled that pretty smile again.
He went out into the linen closet in the hall and pulled down flowery-smelling shampoo and soap before he grabbed queen sheets for the bed, a towel, and a washcloth. Returning to her, he placed the items on the bed and handed her what she needed for a shower.
“My clothes inside my pack are mostly dry, I can change into the dry ones and then it will be okay.” She had let down her hair already, and it was wavy from being in the braid, he had to admit to himself, she was distracting. “I can put the sheets on the bed, do not worry about them.”
“All right, I’ll be downstairs when you’re done. Follow the smell of food, hun.” He said, leaving as soon as he finished speaking, feeling still as though he had seen her before.