He was such a lovely boy. Probably the loveliest boy Noah had ever seen. Noah was a very cold person and rarely spared people a glance, talk more of a second glance. The boy had a pretty face and a small firm mouth. His eyes were teary, yet lovely. Before he could realize it, he handed the boy a handkerchief. 

"Good morning Mister," Liam greeted in Chinese. Noah was taken aback. Ohhh! He was a foreigner. 

"What is your name?" Noah asked in English, hoping the boy would ...