She wasn't looking for him anymore. He hadn't opened his mind to the idea that he was dealing with another immortal, but he had opened his eyes. She stood up like a queen, not like a woman who'd just been told to stop with her foolish flirtations with the fellow workers. It still did not hide the tears she had cried which struck him in an unnerving way.
When she turned back towards her shop he blocked the way, arms crossed over his chest. She could see his face now which had not softened yet. "Who are you?"