[h2][color=MediumSlateBlue]Amanda James[/color][/h2][h3][color=MediumSlateBlue]Match Office[/color][/h3]

He had to be half-giant or something. Not that it was a problem, she prefered guys on the taller side, but...his neck would hurt after a while of staring down at her. She felt bad for him, taking part of the blame in her mind. She raised an eyebrow and was a bit surprised.  "Liar, on the way in, some people asked if I was in middle school." She chuckled. "It's kind of a force of habit as well. Can't help it when I meet new people and it's not obvious that I am older than what most think based on my ever-so-youthful looks." She joked with a small giggle.

Amanda nodded as he answered her question. "I see. I like the woods here, never really went hiking before, as well as leather smithing. What else do you usually make with your leather?" Amanda mentally patted herself on the back for starting the conversation. His attempt at soothing her worked a little, she almost visibly calmed down at the mention of a walk and possible grabbing some food after. "Sounds like a great idea, Niall." She praised, turning on her heel. She was doing OK so far. He didn't seem annoyed either, so she had to be doing something right. She wondered what she would ask if there was another silence. Maybe his favorite food or maybe what his least favorite thing to do was.

[@Aspen Wren]