Blinking again, the dark-haired boy lowered his glass as he tried to think of a way to answer. He hadn't really expected to run into this issue just yet, and his notebook was upstairs in his room. It took him a little while before he realized that he had just been staring for maybe a minute, and he looked down in embarrassment. As he did, though, he noticed the condensation collecting on the cup and got an idea. Placing a finger to the frosty glass, he wrote out a few letters and turned the glass so she could see. 
[i]Kyo[/i]