The pullover question would be answered as soon as she laid eyes on Rick. Under the open leather jacket, she'd spot what looked like a collarless polo shirt (specifically a type of men's pullover called a henley). The 'tall, dark, and handsome' would prove pretty accurate too. Most would find him quite the looker, with his olive skin (not quite as dark as Darnell's but still), short black hair, and a tall, rail-thin build that would undoubtedly remind her of Connor's.
She'd spot the recognition on his face and in his aura with a side of 'wow, she wasn't kidding,' but he strode up to her without hesitation and offered his hand. "Hey. Rick Rogers, paranormal investigator extraordinaire. You said you're Sam, right?" Pouch-something, Patch-something . . . he hadn't quite caught her last name and wasn't going to embarrass himself or insult her by making any guesses.
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She'd spot the recognition on his face and in his aura with a side of 'wow, she wasn't kidding,' but he strode up to her without hesitation and offered his hand. "Hey. Rick Rogers, paranormal investigator extraordinaire. You said you're Sam, right?" Pouch-something, Patch-something . . . he hadn't quite caught her last name and wasn't going to embarrass himself or insult her by making any guesses.