They were clearly well-to-do; an attractive couple in their mid-forties. They eased themselves out of the small car, legs stiffened by the journey, and brushed themselves down. Daniel was easily 6 foot 2 with a strong athletic build and a shock of dark-brown hair which he slicked back. He wore a dark velvet sports jacket, a checked shirt with a stylish cravat, and his thick trouser-belt tightly wrapped around his beige chinos which perfectly complemented his polished leather shoes.
Isabel looked elegant in her dark blue skirt and sapphire-blue open-neck blouse. Her short-ish red hair was perfectly trimmed and her eyes gleamed in the darkness. Daniel banged the bonnet of the MG with his strong hands. “Well done!” he loudly declares, congratulating the car for getting them both there safely.
