"Sweet potatoes should be eaten while they're hot," the boy said.
Hannah nodded, cradling the sweet potato in her hands.
It was just the right temperature.
She took a bite, the soft and sticky sweetness was just perfect.
"Pretty eyes, can I give you a name?"
Hannah turned to look at him.
The boy nodded, "Sure."
Hannah started to ponder deeply.
Because naming was a very serious and earnest matter.
By the time half the sweet potato was gone, Hannah had finally come up with a name.
"Your eyes are so beautiful that from now on, I'll call you..."
The boy suddenly felt a bit nervous.
"How about Black, is that okay?"
She tilted her head to look at him, her eyes clean and clear.
It wasn't a joke, she was seriously coming up with a name.
Dark pupils like the night sky, like the deep sea, very beautiful.
The boy coughed softly, "Do I have any other choices?"
The name Black was really...
