Erin and Chris
From the corner of her eye she saw someone making a straight line for her, and she turned her head sharply, because she had already been caught by surprise once this evening and did not intend for it to happen again. When she saw the tall fellow had her goddamn purse, her eyes blazed.
Then he held it out, and his expression, and then his words (which she picked up on last) informed her he was not a thief, just a good Samaritan. The heat in her chilled, and her shoulders relaxed. When he was close enough, she could feel a lowkey sizzle. Angel? Not really. Not full. She took her purse back, and smiled crisply.
"Yes. Did you find it on the table, or..?" did you run down someone sneaking away with it. She checked the insides immediately, found everything in order, and looked up at him expectant for an answer.