“You named a fat cat Spot,” Raiden stated. “Yes,” I whispered. His amazing eyes dropped to my mouth. I forgot my name. “He wasn’t a fat cat then,” I stupidly went on. “Seeing as, back then, he was just a little kitty.” His eyes came back to mine. “You name a dog Spot,” he informed me. “Okay,” I agreed (again, stupidly). “Unless you’re cute. Then you name a cat Spot.”
