"What's your name?"
"I don't have any."
"Then you'll be called Don from now on," Jim didn't hesitate to select a name that was similar to his distasteful master; Donald.
"Boy… save your breaths for now," Lyaly suddenly said, "you'll have all the time in the world later to speak with it, but now just keep your thoughts to yourself and try not to look funny in front of your future girl."
Just as she said that, Jim heard something falling on the ground before he heard the high heels sound coming again as Lara ran out of the room.
"Hey… where are you goi… stupid girl!" Lyaly was busy with his tattoo and couldn't move to stop her, yet she gritted her teeth before turning one head to Jim. "Don't worry… she is just shy."
This time he didn't feel any pain at all as he said, "she seems not to like me."
"She will," Lyaly stubbornly said, "I'll speak with her later. Don't worry about that."
