Cedar Sweep And please believe me when I say I love you

The way he said her name was something she found both cute and pleasing in a unfamiliar way. She turned from the rain and looked at him, his name a mouthful for the poor girl who held a Haitian Creole accent. "Athan..asi..us" she whispered and smiled, what a strong, complicated name. She wondered if that meant he too was a complicated man. He asked her if she was local and she wagged "Now I am. Came from mountains far away" she replied "I am Sahira, we stay close to here" she wondered why he wished to know though she didn't feel a sliver of fear.