Porcupine Ridge Sapphire

She moved and addressed him and the smile that rose on his face was genuine. It lifted to his eyes, brightening them a couple shades before he decided to speak. "Stark." He offered no last name, no draw to his father's nor his mother's. Maybe he would discuss with Banner, make a new name for just them. "The pleasure, ma'am, is all mine." He said smoothly. 

"What brings you out on such a pleasant night?" He asked, looking out to the twilight, the hues shifting from radiant purple towards the dark navy, the promise of stars to join them soon.