The guy was an embodiment of silence.
Mandi had to actually focus her hearing a bit to be sure he was breathing,
and she found it mildly unnerving that anyone could stand so silently for so
long.
Another few moments passed before she turned and grinningly said with a
raised eyebrow, "Just checking to see if you're really back there. You're very
quiet."
He nodded slightly and returned her grin. When she'd turned, his eyes hadn't
been on her butt or her legs, as she'd expected. They'd been on her hair or
shoulders, because they'd met her eyes instantly. Mandi found that odd, too.
The guy seemed to study her face as he said, "Yeah, I guess I am kind of
quiet sometimes. That's a nice outfit, milady. It doesn't scream 'look at me!',
but it can't very easily be ignored, either."
'Milady'? Who calls a woman 'milady' these days? Mandi accepted his
compliment as given and saw his eyes drop to her breasts. Correction; to her
badge, which hung from one of her tiny demi-lapels. Her eyes fell to his badge
in return.
"Mandi Steele," he read, extending his hand. "Hi, Mandi. I'm Ed Cade."
His eyes returned to hers as she shook his hand and said, "So I see.
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