( HENRYK! )
He was confused about what might be happening, mostly because he didn’t know what she might be referring to. However when she spoke, he nodded his head a little bit. Henryk had met a lot of people throughout his travels with his birth parents, however, he didn’t remember the girl in front of him. Part of him wondered if she wasn’t telling him the truth when she answered his question, mostly because it didn’t make sense that she would ask him if they had met before if they really hadn’t.
Henryk had stayed quiet for a moment, just waiting to see what was going to happen next. Part of him considered kindly parting ways in order to get back to his run, but before he had committed to it, she asked him for his name. “It’s Henryk Panhellenios.” He answered, knowing it wasn’t a name most people heard, but one that he was proud of. Another moment of silence came between them, but now he was intrigued as he noticed her voice grow a little softer with her last question. “What’s your name?” He asked, returning the question to her this time. He didn’t know why, but there seemed to be a bit of a draw towards her.
NO. SHE HADN’T HEARD THE NAME BEFORE. it was an unusual one at that, but meg wouldn’t voice her judgement (people tended to be picky about their names). and she suddenly felt something all too familiar to her -- disappointment. at what exactly? she wasn’t quite sure nor was she too keen to find out, despite her initial curiosities suddenly pushing her towards him and yet neither could she pull away. a simple ‘goodbye’ after his response and that would be the end of it and she was still there, curious to see what would happen.
while her intrigue stayed, the softness in her voice seemed to distill as she stood up straighter, looking at him directly in the eyes. “meghan leos. my friends would call me meg, if i had any.” it was her dry attempt at humour, the most cliche line she could have thought of with a pathetic element of truth to it. she liked meg more than she liked meghan (the h made no sense) but not many people knew her name, let alone called her that. not to mention the painful memories of a soft voice parroting her name in the distance... the thought subconsciously pierced a frown into her expression.









