by Hydrargentium

“Don’t look now, but that guy is totally checking you out.”

Recalling her training, Kat-grrl turned to peer at the store-front window. Sure enough, in the reflection of the street behind her, stood a man in a suit — not a cheap suit either — totally ignoring the iPhone in his hand to stare at her. His close scrutiny made her tail twitch.

Her admirer almost dropped his cell.

She looked over at Call-out. He seemed to be staring further down the block, but it was impossible to tell with his goggles. She’d have bet money his eyes were actually on the guy across the street.

“I think he’s into cats.”

Call-out’s smirk twisted at the corner of his mouth. “I think he’s into you, honey. Or he wants to be, anyway.”