
The last name of Blaire sounded familiar— and this woman’s facial structure did as well. Could she be the Dazzler Jessica knew? “Well, yes, there’s that.” He smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Alison. Can you tell me where I am?”
“New York.” Alison stated so she could figure out exactly where she was herself, she had been far too caught up in mental song writing that she hadn’t realized where she was. “About two blocks from Macy’s by my makings.”
"Oh I know that,” Alison replied with an air of a shrug, “Hell, I think everyone knows that you’re anything but a people...
"It’s a rough outline of a compliment.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not really a people person anyway.”