Taemin. That name she could understand, but Francesco, that’s a new one, observing the male’s features she decided he had to be Korean, though he seemed to have an ethereal essence about him, he looked Korean. Despite her thoughts she knew she couldn’t make any assumptions based on first meetings, after all she did have a hint of curiosity for the male from the very first word that slipped his lips in their conversation. “Francesco. I seem to have a liking for that name honestly, it leaves me a bit curious as to how you got it.” She wondered about her words, if she should’ve pressed any further and quickly caught herself stepping back to lift two drinks onto the counter, remembering that even though they were engaged in a conversation, she had to do her work, the slight glare from her co-worker serving as that reminder. “You don’t have to answer though, it’s just a thought.” Pulling out a clean glass she proceeded to popping open one of the bottles speaking loud enough for just him to hear. “I’m from China, Hunan to be exact. I’m guessing it’s a bit obvious?”
Her preference for the name Francesco was made the corners of his lips tug into a faint smile as he inclined his head in an accepting nod. “I will be Francesco to you, then,” he concluded, whilst her curiosity for the story behind the name did not go unnoticed by him. It was in truth a longer story stretching over years and decades, but one so fortunately, able to be summarised in the simple, “It is a name I acquired in London, whilst needing an… escape, from my life here. A new name seemed, natural.” He tossed a shoulder in a easy shrug, wondering if it would satisfy the curiosity that was so breathing in her being. He could tell. It was almost cute, the way mortals could be at times. Strange beings he did not always understand, yet at other times, felt like he understood far too well. It was the tipping balance act that never quite wanted to still. “Your accent,” he said, following her with his eyes as she moved about. “It gave you away. You speak rather well, nevertheless, though. I mean,” he said, shrugging with a grin, “I can understand you.”