"I don't go by 'hey,'" she replied casually.
Matthew Quach choked, "Alright, Hannah Winter, where's my welcome gift?"
Hannah stretched out her hand, fumbled beside her, picked up a lollipop and handed it over, "Here you go, your welcome gift."
Matthew looked down at the lollipop, pouted, and said, "This is mine."
"Exactly," Hannah nodded, her tone natural, "So do you want it or not?"
Matthew huffed, took it, unwrapped it in seconds, and started crunching it in his mouth, "Giving kids' stuff to kids, you adults are so embarrassing."
Hannah faced him unabashed, not the least bit shy, "But aren't you enjoying it very much?"
Caught off guard, Matthew stood up and stepped on the couch, "I'm angry, this is me being angry!"
Hannah watched him with an unchanged expression and a side-smile, "Then why are you angry?"
Matthew could feel Hannah's perfunctory attitude, but for some reason, he fell for it, "Because you didn't come to see me."
