Lily glanced down at her dirt-smudged jeans and gardening smock. Then, to both sides and behind her. No one else was in the street. Apparently, she was the “paragon of loveliness” he was referring to.

With an amused smile and a chuckle, she called back, “Thanks.” She could hear him fine but… “I reckon it would be easier to talk if you came down here.”

It wasn’t just that it would be less awkward to talk without shouting over the distance. As a vintage clothes dealer, Lily was interested in getting a closer look at the stranger’s costume.

If she wasn’t mistaken, there was some traditional Asian influence to it but why the odd headdress and flashy colors? Was he was a street performer?