interritux
The girl gasp, hands flying up to covered her freckled face. “It’s you! It’s really you! Oh my seas, oh my seas--” her hand darted out to touch him, flinching back at the last second, nervous. “It’s -- It’s such an honor to meet you!” And because she was too excitable and never really good at being polite, she also blurted, “Can I touch your hair?”






