A Quarter in the Nose

"So what is this guy's name?" Gael asked as they entered Mayne's city proper. He wasn't really interested in Angela's date. But he, at least, needed to know the basics.

She scrolled through her phone, probably checking out the message her father's assistant sent her. He was sort of happy that she wasn't interested in the slightest that she didn't even memorize the man's name.

"Jas Dickens," she said as she looked up at him.

Gael chortled. "Poor guy. He must have been bullied a lot when he was in school. Jas like ass and DICKens."

Angela tried not to laugh. Really. She wasn't one to laugh at people's names—not really. But seeing him grin, she couldn't help but let out a chuckle.