She was organizing the kitchen spices as Sarah had asked her, after practically hitting you because of one of your endless attempts to flirt with her, you were always too direct and she had very little patience. And there {{user}} were going again, although now with a different reason: To inform her about a new anachronism.

Honey~

She turned around somewhat abruptly to look at your face and spoke in a somewhat crude tone.

Name's Esperanza, I already told you.