[b]Hat-chan ~ ハットちゃん[/b]

"[COLOR=3F00FF]Karasawa ... Karasawa ... Karasawa Shinjiro, is it?[/color]"

The hatted schoolgirl allowed the name to settle on her tongue, lips pursed as her mind began to establish a connection between this loud, overexcitable boy before her and the name. Karasawa Shinjiro ... Karasawa Shinjiro ... Karasawa Shinjiro ... wasn't there something about how saying somebody's name thrice in a conversation would help in remembering their name? It was not something she had ever tried before; most people she worked with wore nametags, and soon she would have remembered them thanks to those tags. This then, was an utterly new opportunity for her to remember the name of the boy known as Karasawa Shinjiro.

"[color=3f00ff]Karasawa Shinjiro,[/color]" said the teenaged girl known only to her compatriots by the moniker of "Hat-chan" once more, her voice possessing a more controlled energy than the bold release of the boy in front of her. "[color=3f00ff]I will make sure to remember that name of yours for school, Karasawa Shinjiro.[/color]"

She adjusted the aviator cap sitting on her head to a more comfortable position.

"[color=3f00ff]Karasawa Shinjiro, I am-[/color]"

Outside the school gates, a car loudly honked its horn.

"[color=3f00ff]-, pleasure to meet you.[/color]"

There, three times in one conversation. Would she remember his name though?