Loomis felt her eyes on him, and the effect was as though a lifetime of manners could slide right off. She regarded him up and down, her eyes at least stopping and looking straight at him with no acknowledgement at all of what she might be seeing. She was quiet. He couldn't figure out if her gaze was a trusting one, or all scrutiny, but he certainly liked having her across the table.
Yes, it took five years to write this one paragraph. Thank you.
