“So what if I am?” the woman answered, adjusting her pose to accentuate her features. Reginald was now able to get a good look at her. She was a bit older, but still very pretty, her dark hair cut into a bob and her fine silk dress suit revealing a small amount of cleavage. Her eyes sparkled with some intelligence and attraction, but other than that, Reginald noticed little else, not the familiar tinge of recognition he would expect. This was a normal woman, which worried him greatly.
“It’s just...um...I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting this today,” Reginald said, his eyes darting around the room.
“Oh, don’t be modest. Listen, I can see you’re a bit nervous, so I’ll leave you for now, but,” she said, sticking out her hand and handing him a keycard, “if you have some time this evening, you’ll know where to find me.” She winked at him, and then sauntered out of the room, casting a glance behind her as she left, giggling.
Reginald stood there dumbfounded, trying to come up with an adequate explanation for this. He didn’t doubt that he may have been attractive enough to draw the attention of a wanting woman, but it had been years since he had drawn glances from anyone but Tina. “I don’t get it. Normals do not notice us, it’s part of the rules. Either some new power is at work here or...I’m losing my touch.”
Archer sprinted out of the conference room.
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