The negotiation
In a nice restaurant where the atmosphere was homey, there were two kids who had reserved one table, with the tension between them far from the general vibe. One kid had cold sweat running down his back, and the other was wearing an ambiguous smile on his face. His intentions were unknown, with an eerie mystery surrounding him.
"What do you want to know about my eyes?" The child asked Havien, who was remaining silent.
"Everything. I want to know everything you can tell me. But first, let's start with our names. My name is Havien Cri-, no, just Havien. Who are you?"
"My name is Lulu. I don't know the name my parents gave me, but everyone calls me Lulu. Sometimes, I'm also called rascal, brat, rat, slum-dweller, and many other things by people who don't know me."
"Alright, I don't care about your sob story, just answer my questions honestly." Havien brushed off Lulu's story and hurried him up.
"...what if I don't want to?"