At first, I did it solely to annoy her, but then I found myself enjoying how flustered she got each time I called her by her given name. She always did this cute little eye roll— Cute? Shit. Not cute. Funny. A funny eye roll. “Figures,” she mutters. “Well, this little chat was great and all…” “Okay. I’ll stop calling you Eleanor.” She rocks back on her sneakers. “I should say no…” “But you won’t because we need you.” “Fine. I’ll agree, but only if you repeat that again while begging on your knees.”
