Neon makes no effort to hide the way he eyes him up, his 'whiskered' grin wide and toothy. "Cute" sounds about right.

"I'm not really a believer in fate but I'll give anything a shot," he returns with a wink, shaking his hand. "Neon." It's not the worst name as far as kid names of public figures go and could very well be an idol's stage name too. But he doesn't sound ashamed at all and even gives a tip of an invisible hat.

He drops his hand eventually, sliding his own back into the pocket of his split-knee cargoes. "It is fucking windy out."