Once again, the strange red-haired girl charged up to Lukas, shouted a few demands into his face, and stormed off without pause. He sucked in a breath and slowly let it out. That was a bit rude. Still, he let the thought slip from his mind. Anger did him no good, especially anger directed against strangers. 

"I'm Lukas," he said, waving a meek hand at Willow. It was understandable enough that she couldn't read his name. Most people couldn't. Well, not at home, at any rate. "Why don't you just write your name on a sheet of paper? It'll serve the purpose well enough, and there's no contest."