“My name isn’t Indiana, you know. So the nickname makes absolutely no sense. Not to mention it’s longer than Indy.” “Your real name is Indy?” “Indigo, actually. But I prefer Indy.” “Indigo? Like the color?” “Yes, like the color. My parents had an interesting phase when I was born. They had one kid and went with ‘Indigo.’” “So, your name is Blue?” He genuinely laughs and it’s the first time I’ve heard it. Regardless that he’s laughing at me and not with me, I like the sound. “My name is Indy,” I remind him. “So, can we stop with the Indiana nickname that makes no goddamn sense?” He smiles.
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