“What have we here?” The voice that posed that not-really-a-question was unmistakably male and a little flat. Gigi slung the bag over her shoulder, stood, and turned. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Gigi. I like your eyebrows.” In her defense, they were impressive eyebrows, dark and thick and angled, a key part of an equally impressive scowl on the stranger’s face.
