Where in Faram’s name had Delacreaux’s been keeping this one? Handsome and kind -- a rare combination when it came to the sort of men Arabella dealt with. Corsairs were charming, but nice? That was a much harder quality to find. But she was getting ahead of herself -- she was just doing a bit of shopping, she wasn’t here to check out men.
Still, she found herself giving Darius a second and third look. Someone with those looks probably has a girlfriend, she thought to herself. Of course, the existence of a significant other never did much to deter her from making a pass at someone she found interesting.
“If you don’t mind, darling.” Arabella reached back to gather her hair up as she moved over, closing some of the distance between them. She could manage her own, of course, but why turn down the help? There was no harm in flirting, especially with a shopkeeper -- or a shopkeeper’s son, in this case. It could result in something truly fortuitous, like a discount. Or a date. It had been far too long since she’d gone on a proper date, as Ari was prone to reminding her.