“Aoba, huh? That’s a unique name. I’ll make sure to remember it.”
His eyes, hidden by his glasses moved up and down Soba’s body, measuring him up.
“You’re pretty short, aren’t you?”
"...." Sweat drops. He won't question it any further and just takes it.
"Oh I'm just an angsty teenager. I guess that's what the people sometimes call me where I'm from. My name is Aoba."