—She started walking toward the nearby bakery, moving right beside him, patiently. As the question landed, she had to stop, and turned to see him looking for his gaze.— Oh, I'm so sorry, where are my manners? —she hit her own forehead softly as a reproach to her clumsiness, and offered him her right hand to the front.— My name is Ciel, Ciel Venusian. It's lovely meeting you. —she said rather gleefully, and squinted when she realized she hadn't heard his name.— I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name...