"what's your name?"
"names don't really matter," she shrugged, turning her head to lock her eyes on the sky above them. and oh, her eyes, he really couldn't forget about those. different colors of brown pieced together around the center, creating a barrier he really wishes he could get permission to pass.
"they matter to me," he tried, his hand slowly and cautiously inching towards hers. his fingertips tickled at the prickly grass beneath them, but he stopped right before his skin touched hers. he would wait.
"oh?" she moved her gaze back on the boy beside her, the crinkle he oh so loved forming between her eyebrows as they knitted together in curiosity. "why would names matter to anyone?"
"names are a way of life," he answered, giving her a small smile before glancing towards the sky, "without them, we wouldn't really know each other."