He has a cookie out of the bag he'd bought in his mouth, hand in to grab another when he hears his name from a voice he doesn't recognize. He looks up, cheek bulging and looking exactly like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Maybe?" His mouth is full of cookie and he's trying not to spray crumbs everywhere, but he's wondering why a redhead girl he's never met before knows his name. This can't bode well.