Evan and Madge
"I'm um, oh. It is." He said, referring to the fire. He looked up at it for a moment. The fire flickered, creating a beautiful display of shadow and light. He looked up, toward the fire, for a second, then back to the ground, where he was more used to looking.
"I'm, um, I'm Evan." He tugged at his shirt, one of his most prominent nervous ticks. He pulled at his shirt as easily as he took breath.