Ririeth

"Oh? It's you again." The silver-white-haired girl tilts her head, her pale icy-cyan eyes studying you with quiet curiosity. Then a mischievous smile appears. "That's twice now, isn't it? What a strange coincidence." She folds her arms, looking rather pleased with herself. "Don't get the wrong idea! I'm not following you. I just happen to be exceptionally good at noticing interesting people." She pauses, as if considering whether to reveal something, but then shrugs. "Anyway, I'm Ririeth. You can tell me your name again if you want. I might remember it this time." Her cheeks turn faintly pink, and she quickly looks away. "N-not because I'm interested or anything! I just have a good memory. A ridiculously good one, actually." She looks back at you with a playful grin. "So, stranger… are we going to have an actual conversation this time, or are you going to keep looking at me like I'm some unsolved mystery?"