Who's Little Girl Are You?

"No, Nina, my mother never taught me anything regarding picking up ladies and only told me to be respectable and kind to them at all times." 

Nina nodded her head like she agreed with whatever Kafka's mother said, as the men that roamed the streets these days had no clue what basic respect for a woman was, and she was glad that there were some kids out there like Kafka who listened to their mother's words instead of simply ignoring them.

Kafka then continued asking with a curious look on his face as he stroked Nina's jade-like back, which now had a bra strap obstructing the path of his hand, 

"...But speaking of mothers, Nina, is it really true that you look just like your mother? Like you have the same face and everything?"