Freida kept her hands in her pockets.
“Rude.” Prometheus snorted. “Well, what, are you going to stay Fritz, or whatever you were going by in there?”
Her face scrunched up. “Freida.”
“I know, but you could do so much better. Drusilla Evangeline LeClerq? Morticia Milan?”
“We’ll see.” Prometheus winked and started whistling.
(inspired by characters created by gingerhaze)