I’m shocked,” she said. “You’re an excellent seamstress.” “Clothes is fun to play with. Ain’t no reason that can’t be manly.” His eyes lingered on her chest. “Wayne.” “Sorry, sorry. Just gettin’ into character, you know.” He waved for her to follow, and they headed up the path. As they did, Marasi realized something. She wasn’t blushing. Well, that’s a first, she thought, growing strangely confident.
