Angie would have thought that her obvious attention to his stares would have been the end of the interaction. She had thought that so thoroughly that she had started to go on her way again when the man suddenly came bounding up to her, having mistaken her for his sister.

Right, sure.

Angie quirked her eyebrow higher at him, wondering just what he was doing. She was not going to humor an ill-attempted flirting or whatever it was he had in mind for this conversation. She was technically working and that was a good enough excuse as any to save her from having to deal with him.

"Somehow I doubt that." Angie was fairly certain she could not possibly look like anyone's sister, with her tan, scars and apparel. Her hair wasn't even naturally this brown. "But good luck with your search." Her tone was dismissive as was her expression.