' I think you made a mistake. my name's Arya, not ' lovely girl. ' '
The man has heard this girl speak ‘Arya’ many a time during rush hour; however, he rarely operates the register and has thusly never wrote her name ( or, newfound sobriquet ) along the brim of her cup. The fact that she makes a concerned note of it—as opposed to blushing like the other girls he has tried such a thing with—causes an amused smirk to tug at his lips. He looks down at the scalding culprit and shakes his head.
“ A lovely girl has the audacity to think a man lies?”













