—She understood, and retracted her hand almost clumsily, redirecting it toward her hair, posing a strand of it behind her ear, almost shyly.— Oh, dear me, how very rude of me, I'm very sorry. —she apologized, and tried to hear his name, only to squint at the unpleasant sound of the police siren. She remained open-mouthed for a bit, and when she recovered, she thought rude to ask again for his name, and just smiled.— Very well, dear, I'll call you "Blue" form now on, how do you like that? —she inquired mischievously, and nodded at his mention of the bakery.— Indeed, there is one on next street. Now, shall we?