[b]Hat-chan ~ ハットちゃん[/b]

"[color=3F00FF]This is my normal,[/color]" replied the teenaged girl known only to her compatriots by the moniker of "Hat-chan" in a breezy manner, the smile of a woman who was very much used to comments on their speech appearing upon her face. "[color=3F00FF]And I bear witness to a lotta people who might've been 'popping in and out' of stores a lot.[/color]"

Recognition had still not arrived for her. Purple haired and lightly tanned was not an uncommon combination for the strange and unique residents of the sovereign city-state. She could recall nothing of this loud young man, whose supposed presence in her previous employment trysts seemed to have been relegated to a part of her memory that could be better described as the "Recycle Bin". Maybe if she thought harder, she could restore the items present in that bin and recall if this other student was familiar!

She tapped her bottom lip lightly with her right index finger, face scrunching up into an expression of light pondering. This guy could be familiar to her? Maybe. There was always lots of customers, after all. What was one more man in a sea of them?

"[color=3f00ff]So,[/color]" she decided after two, no, three seconds of thought. "[color=3f00ff]You know me then, so ... hello again then![/color]"