"So ma'am, before I can buy you any form of drinks. I'll have to know that name of yours."
Curly Hair informs me, without turning a head. His jawline is strict, though kind looking, and his lips are blood red.
"The name is Emily. And yours is?"
"Its Harry."
He says, with a bit of a smirk on his face.
"Oh and by the way. Your name is very chocolate brown."
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Synesthesia
Fanfictionsyn·es·the·sia ˌsinəsˈTHēZHə/ noun: synesthesia. 1. the production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body.
