Otatso Wetlands but she can't be what you need if she's seventeen

Sounds good to me. c:

The time between the two of them had been short, probably shorter than most, but his feelings were about as real as they got. You only ever fell in love once, as you were only ever meant to be with that one person in particular, and that was the way he felt. Time had been nearly nothing, as it often seemed to freeze whenever his gaze lingered with hers for a second too long. His feelings he developed quickly, that could not be denied, but they were something he could never fake no matter how hard he ever tried. Falling for someone as he did couldn't be helped, as the heart knows what it wants, and his just so happens to be determined to capture that of the albino's.

Thoughts that tried to linger, ones of Scarlett and ones of his emotions, where soon swept away to the recesses of his mind when the woman spoke, seeming to indirectly be requesting his name. He felt a bit foolish—rather ungentleman-y—for having forgotten to introduce himself sooner. “Kove,” he answered, finishing her words for her. “It is very nice to meet you, as well. Though what might your name be?” He wanted to remember her name, partially because it was the polite thing to do, and partially because he wanted to able to place a face to the name if she was ever brought up during one of his conversations with their mutual friend.