LAV DEV
I smiled as I read this. I was eating a fry as I read it and wanted to grab the pen to write her back. I realised how greasy fries really are so I had to take a napking to wipe my hands off. Hopefully, the grease I couldn’t remove won’t stain her notebook.
He read the note as it follows:
I think your name is very nice. Do you have any nicknames?
To which he replied
“I never had any nicknames. If you don’t know how to read my name, it sounds like the world love. You can only imagine my surprise when I first visited Brittain and people called me love. I thought everybody knew my name, I was so frightened. But if you don’t want to call me Lav you can call me Lion since that’s the literall translation of my name. However that’s why I hate my name. My father gave it to me hoping i’d be as brave or strong as a lion, like any father wishes for his sons. But instead he got me, and my name constantly reminds me of my father’s dissapointment in me.”
I read onawards:
My name is Tatiana Bell. You can call me Tati if you want.
and replied with “I think the name suits you. I have no opinions for the name, I’m sure it suits every beautiful girl like yourself perfectly, but for some reason the last name Bell depicts you perfectly. I don’t think the nickname Tati would give you any jutice however. Let it stay as Tatiana for now on.”
Writing with more confidence than the last note I could reply with much fitting words and with a bigger smile. I gave her the notebook back as I started eating my fish and dipping it in mayonaise.