"Nisha," he parroted back thoughtfully, the syllables rolling off his tongue as he tested her name. No, he'd never met a 'Nisha' that he could recall, and his memory for names and faces was quite impressive; that kind of recall was a crucial element of his job, after all.
Without skipping a beat, he held out a hand to her in greeting, unwilling to pass up the opportunity for physical contact. "Loo-syahn," he returned with a grin, smoothly enunciating the name as he milked the accent for all it was worth. A movement on her part set the delicate chandelier earrings dangling at her jawline, and for a few moments he was unable to draw his gaze away from the graceful curve of her throat and the gentle slope of tanned, bare shoulders.
A whole month, really?
"All dress'd up an' nowheah to go, n'est-ce pas?" He gestured with a nod of his head at the storm raging just beyond the wall of windows. "Back home, dis what we call a Hurricane Pahty." He took a brief swig of beer as if to punctuate the thought, though his eyes never left his new companion.