Hopper | Natasha
"Hopper," he offered his hand. "Jim, but." He shrugged. "No one calls me Jim. It's been Hopper for so long I forget I have a first name." Not even Joyce used it. She just called him Hop, had called him Hop since they were in school together.
Damn he missed her.
"I have an addiction, not gonna lie," he said. Donuts were a dangerous addiction because of the sugar and fat content. But otherwise, he figured it wasn't really so bad. Besides, he liked donuts. They generally tasted good.
"Have you been here long, Natasha?" he asked. He was still trying to figure out the basics of this place. He hadn't really made much headway.