Re: Hannah Lewis and Peter Pan
"Pan." He took her outstretched hand and shook it briefly. She was pretty and blond. Blue eyes. It was the kind of pretty you saw on the cover of magazines. Television. Movies. Any media really.
"Simple curiosity," he added and settled back in his seat. He noted the whiskey. She had good taste in alcohol. "What about yourself? Looking for the person of your dreams?" Not that she'd probably find it hear in fives minutes.