Angie looked up at the voice, a beautiful sound. She had met lots of different people from her traveling life, but the accents so different from her own thick drawl always enthralled her. They were like music. Glamorous and genteel and everything Angie wasn't.
Her eyes landed on the dark-haired from at the counter. She was beautiful like her voice, and her smile made her that much more so. Angie returned it with one of her own. The woman wasn't totally unfamiliar; they had both been in town a long time and Angie had seen her around from time to time, though always from afar. When you live a long time in a small town you tend to notice people without ever speaking to them.
"Thank you," she replied, smoothing out the skirt. It was an old dress but one of her favorites. She pointed. "I like your coat. Looks nice and cozy."