Nico glanced at you over his shoulder before rolling his eyes, "So... what was your name again?" He asked, tilting his head. He was casually shuffling his cards where he sat at a camp table. "I might as well know it if you're going to keep hovering."

The boy ran a hand through his hair before clearing his throat and shifting his attention back to his cards. He wasn't quite sure why you were so intent on being friends, but he didn't really feel like fighting you on it.