<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/e2Z3BBd.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name:</strong>Kindle<br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Kenna Cochran<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:20 AM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7539/27863993652_f2ec130028_b.jpg) (https://scontent-atl.cdninstagram.com/vp/c8fc535864009a3edb627adbad3f3ce0/5CBE552A/t51.2885-15/e35/46818701_349651168919393_6680462807931014762_n.jpg?_nc_ht=instagram.fhel4-1.fna.fbcdn.net)</div></div><hr/>Kenna quickly moved out of the way as Ben approached Remy in the kitchen to make his request. She hadn't seen him around yet, but he seemed to be quite the looker. Her eyes, hidden behind reflective lenses, examined him until he spoke up, his words catching her off guard. A red hue filled her cheeks, unsure of what to say in this moment. It took her a second or two just to process his abrupt question. Sure, it was a normal question, but the words leading up to it... There was just something strange about being called attractive and having her eyes mentioned in the same string of words.<br/><br/>"Uh... Nope. Not related," she replied with a friendly and embarrassed smile. She was an only child, as far as she knew. Plus, Remy didn't really look much like her, besides the eyes. Hopefully they weren't related. She would surely be going to hell with all the fantasies she allowed to play out in her mind.<br/><br/>"Anyway, I'm Kenna," she mentioned as she took her plate from Remy and waited her turn to use the syrup. "Or Kindle. Whichever you prefer is fine with me," the red head added with a smile before taking the syrup and pouring some over her stack of french toast. "Thank you for breakfast, Remy!" she said before leaving to sit back down at the table, where her coffee mug waited for her return.