"Pleasure to meet you, Taryn," he said, taking her hand and ghosting his lips over it. It was strange -- she had this almost regal air about her. She was regal, but young, and he had the idea that she would look right at home at the beach, or under the sea, like something out of an elaborate, marine theme infused Disney production.
Her name rolled off his lips easily, but it didn't sound quite right to his ears, just as his own did not. It was strange, but he wanted to call her something else, something with more syllables, something that started with an A, A--something.
That was weird. No, it was more than just weird. It was borderline crazy.
He looked at her, trying to focus on the present, on what was happening at that moment. She had a very pretty smile, one that made his own lips curve up.