Otter Creek You say you don't like him

Perhaps the rapidly approaching, much larger frame of him should have startled her. Perhaps his leering and his more than friendly tone should have sent Liri fleeing like the meek mouse she once was. 

Instead Liri's head turned towards him, brow cocked in interest. He was handsome certainly, not quite as some she had seen, but still attractive. His coat was dove grey and while he was larger than her own stocky frame, he wasn't the giant Samuel was. 

"Your lucky day or mine? What's your name, stranger?" Liri smirked, attempting to be flirtatious.