The women at the shelter had mixed reactions to Caspian. Some shied away from him as he'd feared. Others, well, look at him. Others flocked to him and flirted and fancied themselves his next gala date. Not everyone at the shelter was escaping a bad relationship. Some had just fallen on hard times and saw him as their ticket out of limp cots and into mink coats. Rhiannon, like she did most things, ignored him when he came in.
Well, she tried to ignore him. It was pretty impossible to keep your head down when someone was staring at you the way he was. Looking up as he approached, Rhi ran her fingers through her slightly tangled hair and blinked blue eyes. He was huge and, sure, handsome, but she wasn't quite sure what he was doing in her space. However, she wasn't rude and he was making an attempt to be polite. And there was something about him that felt familiar. At the very least, he didn't give off the vibe of Mickey, her ex, or any of his friends.
Holding out her hand, she slid it into his and smiled a little hesitantly. Touching him felt a little electric, like a shock ran up her arm. For just a moment, she was sure this had happened before, this gesture with this man, images from her dreams flashed in her eyes and she felt woozy, but steadied herself, trying to hide any awkward discomfort from the nice gentleman. "Hello, sir. I'm Rhiannon. How can I help you?"