Those flushed cheeks made her seem to glow, and he looked at her intently, curiously, trying to hold down any temptation to hit on her. It wasn't that he was normally like that, either. Victor had no qualms about such things, but he got the distinct feeling that she was... well, taken.
Wait, that was silly. He didn't even know this girl! There was no ring on her finger.
"That's strange, mine has my name on it, as well, inside. Some kind of nameplate, or something," he said, in English that was very American.
"I'm Victor, by the way," he added, watching as her fingers went over his journal's cover. And yet, that sounded wrong. Victor. It was the name he'd had all his mortal life, and the whole idea of it seemed silly to him, but there it was. His own name seemed wrong, like it was supposed to be something else, instead.
"Open up the cover -- does yours look the same inside?" he asked. "If you don't mind my asking, that is," he added.