Hoshor Plains [m] the tortured poets department

Eshe kept her gaze on his handsome face and momentarily lost herself in the pools of his irises. When he introduced herself, she briefly looked away from his face to survey where he’d motioned and nodded. I think my dad lived there at some point, she recalled with a bit of sadness in her voice. But that was a long time ago.

Next, she wondered, what brings you out here? You're a ways from home.