Poppy’s face became as red as her namesake and she hastily patted down the disheveled blonde locks. How embarrassing. Meeting someone for the first time and her hair is all whack – _“just my luck.”_

“Uh, ah, thanks.” Poppy cleared her throat and scrubbed at her cheeks, just in case there were any marks from her sleeping. She must look like a mess to…ah, she didn’t know his name. Maybe she should have asked that first? But isn’t it rude to ask for someone’s name before giving your own. Before she could even think, she blurted out, too loud for an introduction but quiet enough to not be a yell, “I’m Poppy.”

The nearby librarian hushed her and Poppy bowed her head in apology before leaning forward and saying quietly, “I’m Poppy.”