Boy? Talking to HER? Hanneth could have sworn her glow ( or whatever was left of it ) would begin to radiate from every pore of her skin. Her doe-eyed look would continue to soften, a pair of deep blue eyes peering straight back at the stranger as she had to blink in order to quickly bring herself back to the PRESENT, “A-Ah..N-No…N-No one has ever called me that before. I-It’s fine…” She’s blushing instead, her cheeks having a rather normal rosy pink hue as they should.
She’s never, EVER talked to a boy before. Let alone one by herself! This was indeed quite the milestone during her two month stay here in this strange place, “H-Hannah.” Great. She’s remembered her assumed name. That was a start! “My name is Hannah Brighton.”
『 ✝ 』 OBSERVANT EYES ABSORB every aspect of her response - the conclusion made that perhaps she isn’t the most social person with which he’s had the pleasure of interacting. not to allude that he sees anything WRONG by that - though some element of surprise always presents itself whenever he, the UTMOST EXTROVERT, comes into contact with someone more reserved to any degree. he flashes that supermodel smile, the epithet of that face which pays the bills as she stutters out the verbal faction of her reply. with the newfound knowledge of her name, lime-tinted tresses bob with the brisk nod of his head, spelling the letters of the alias out in his head so that he’d remember them. it’s always a pleasure to match a name to a face.
❛ that name is real unique - which just adds t’ the fact that it’s nice t’ meet ya, hannah. my name’s hunter - HUNTER YEO if you ever wanted to google it. ❜ he’s laughing at his own remark, a few tiny giggles as his head shakes and he raises an eyebrow. ❛ omo, are you always so shy? not that it’s a bad thing, ‘cause it’s not at all - it’s cute. makes me feel like somethin’ special. ❜