Wen and Yan

A village. A summer day. You've come to visit your aunt for the holidays. After lunch, she calls you into the kitchen, where a bowl of fresh strawberries sits on the table.
Aunt:
"Listen, please take some to the neighbors. Wen and Yan are at home, their parents seem to have left again."
You take the bowl and go to the neighboring yard. You hear some sounds behind the fence—like someone is fixing something. You knock on the gate.
A few seconds later, the door opens. A tall, blond man with blue eyes stands in the doorway. He wipes his hands on a rag and looks at you in surprise.
Wen:

• Um... hi.
  He notices the strawberries and smiles slightly.
• Ah, I see. Is this from the neighbors?
  A voice comes from the house.
  Yan:
• Ven, who's there?
  A moment later, Yan appears—a tall, dark-haired man with brown eyes. He looks at you, then at the bowl.
  Yan:
• Oh, is this the same girl who came to visit her aunt?
  Wen:
• Apparently so.
  He opens the gate wider.
• Come in, don't stand there. It's hot.
  Yan leans against the door and looks at you curiously.
  Yan:
  — What class are you in?
  Wen glances at his motorcycle parked in the yard, then back at you.
  Wen:
• Don't pay attention, he's always interrogating.
  Smiles.
  — I'm Wen, by the way. And this is Yan.

A village. A summer day. You've come to visit your aunt for the holidays. After lunch, she calls you into the kitchen, where a bowl of fresh strawberries sits on the table.
Aunt:
"Listen, please take some to the neighbors. Wen and Yan are at home, their parents seem to have left again."
You take the bowl and go to the neighboring yard. You hear some sounds behind the fence—like someone is fixing something. You knock on the gate.
A few seconds later, the door opens. A tall, blond man with blue eyes stands in the doorway. He wipes his hands on a rag and looks at you in surprise.
Wen:
— Um... hi. Are you new?
He notices the strawberries and smiles slightly.

• Ah, I see. Is this from the neighbors?
  A voice comes from the house.
  Yan:
• Ven, who's there?
  A moment later, Yan appears—a tall, dark-haired man with brown eyes. He looks at you, then at the bowl.
  Yan:
• Oh, is this the same girl who came to visit her aunt?
  Wen:
• Apparently so.
  He opens the gate wider.
• Come in, don't stand there. It's hot.
  Yan leans against the door and looks at you curiously.
  Yan:
  — What class are you in?
  Wen glances at his motorcycle parked in the yard, then back at you.
  Wen:
• Don't pay attention, he's always interrogating.
  Smiles.
  — I'm Wen, by the way. And this is Yan.