Sophie watched him as he diligently set to picking up the things that had tumbled out of her purse--the only thing that went tumbling to the ground out of her gathering of many things. What did surprise her, however, is the fact that she'd left it open; an annoyed feeling that quickly dissipated once the woman managed to finally get a look at her would-be hit-and-run.
The night, although cool, did nothing for her sudden fever, the race in her pulse or the catch of her breath. He spoke; Sophie swooned inwardly and actually blushed, a fact she secretly hoped wasn't obvious in the blasted headlights.
"'Yet' bein' the key word, sugar," said Sophie with a slow smile. She dared take a step closer, feeling the skirt of her dress brush at her knees. "What parish are ya from?"