My grandmother was named Hannah, and until she was known as Nana Hannah, she never liked her name. This leaves me somewhat predisposed towards Hannah & Landon. Hannah Metz was won me with her bedhead, her love of kittens, and her liberal use of leopard print & lace. I too share a somewhat nervous disposition when confronted with those I've only met intergalactically, so I neglected to say hello when I saw her at the Tribeca Grand, and again crossing Bedford Avenue. After all, real life doesn't have a delete key, and the delete key is my best friend. (discovered via our intergalactic friend, East Side Bride)
