Hazel Eyes ( Newt Scamander )

Lily's Point of View
"Another day of work," I mutter. I work in this pub, 15 hours a day. Every day. Every year.
"Ah! Lily! You're needed in the loading bay." My manager says, attempting to fit his large body through the door but failing,
"Fine," I say, walking into the loading bay at the back of the pub.
"Hiya," A hazel-eyed, ginger haired lad says.
"Hey," I say, picking up some of the boxes out of the van and putting them by the door.
"Whats ya name?" The boy asks.
"Lily, you?" I say, wanting to start a proper conversation with this person.
"Newt. Newt Scamander." Newt says, moving a large box without touching it.
"Umm. How are you doing that," I ask.
"Ah, this," He says, moving a box without touching it. "You'll have to get to know me more to find out."