Strange Sight

«I'm sure, thank you, uhm ... ?» she started, then addressing him with her hand, hoping he would understand she needed to know his name. He took off his hat - he had such wild blond hair! - and his scarf, revealing his whole face.
«I'm Kristoff. Kristoff Bjorgman.»
«Kristopher?»

«No, no, it's Kristoff. K-R-I-S-T-O-F-F.»