Romantic type
I looked down and noticed a boy about Nathan's age. He seemed familiar, then I remembered him. He was the boy who came from the shop to order strawberry ice cream last time and he has been one of Nathan’s playmates back at Aunt Maggie’s mansion. It's Caleb.
"Oh hey, Caleb!" I said, kneeling down on my knees so that we are on the same level.
He looked at my face for a minute before finally smiling at me, "You’re the pretty girl! Hello!"
"You knew each other?" Luke stared at us in confusion.
"Yup!" exclaimed Caleb. "She served me my ice cream last time at Ein’s shop!"
Luke looked at me questioningly, checking if what Caleb said was right. I shrugged.
"Your name is Snow, right?” Caleb asked, talking like he’s not just some five-year-old. I notice that he’s a bit mature for his age. I nodded at his question, “Yes I am.”
He nodded, “I see. You became prettier! Just like your picture from his phone!" Caleb said enthusiastically, raising his chip up to see me clearly.