Holland's Peace and Gold

“I'm Holland.” He said. His voice was smooth like the butter her grandmother churned, it had a hint of the Georgia accent she had expected.
“Paz.” She said gauging his reaction. His smile widened and he let out a chuckle that made her heart warm.
“Paz?” He asked teasing slightly.
“It means peace or gold. I know it's unconventional but it's mine.” She responded as she tucked her hair behind her ear and looked away self consciously.