“What’s your name?” I stopped and faced him again. “Seriously?” “What is your name?” he repeated—no, he demanded. My hackles raised. “It’s Mindya Business.” “That’s exceedingly...lame,” he retorted. I snorted. Like a little piglet. “I thought it was pretty clever.” “We obviously have two very different ideas of what makes something clever,” he said, and my eyes narrowed. “You do realize I’m going to find out sooner or later?” He would, but I’d be damned if I told him what it was. “Well, I guess you’re just going to have to wait for later. Peace out.” I flipped him the middle finger, sure he
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