"I am late. I'm sorry, Alex said eight o'clock. Were you waiting long? I am Xandria."
"Yes, I know. No. Not too late. I'm Pixie." She looked down at the shoes this woman had on. My God! She had sold a pair like that to Alex. In a rush, the whole thing became clear to her. "I'll be... go-to-hell. Alex-Xandria - Xandria. You had me going! I thought I had competition." Pixie and Xandria fell into each other's arms, laughing.
"Turn around. Let me take this all in. You really are something else. You should have been a woman Alex." Xandria turned about in a fashion school walk, all the flourishes and smooth hip dips.
"My dear, I am a woman. If you look like one, feel like one, talk like one, you are one. Yes?"
"Really. Xandria is a sexy wench if I ever saw one!"
"It takes one to know one."