loud.

“Does that mean we’re gonna get endless Mimosas?”

“We’re talking about your parents here, right? It’s not all that bad. Mimosa sounds really exotic and cool.”

“It also sounds like the only reason I was conceived was because of a mimosa.”

“ ‘Hi, I’m Mimosa and I’m a fruity cutie that’s just a little bit bubbly.’ “

“Perfect. Moshi. Wait, wait… you’re Aubrey’s sister, aren’t you??”

“Hashtag growing up with siblings - amiright?” 

“Oh so you were serious about that whole story?” Harley teased. “I’m kidding, sorry. I kind of got flustered with your compliments. I’m Harley though.”

“No, I definitely won’t be calling you that. I like Moshi. I think that’s what I’m gonna call ‘ya. As long as you’re okay with that.”

“Sounds good to me!”

“Tropical fish, that’s a new one. I like it. What’s your name, love?” 

“I just told you the whole story! I’m Mimosa.”

“Right. Uh… sorry, then?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do it for me. I was just saying that’s what I would do if I were in your situation.”

"And I’m saying I’ll try it for you.”

Well that means a lot coming from a pretty little thing like yourself. 

“Oh, you beautiful tropical fish you.”

“You are quite adorable though, I’ll give you that. My name’s Owen, by the way. I don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet.”

“Didn’t ask.”

“Holy crap, that’s a lot. Which one do you prefer??”

“Literally anything. I’ll respond to shithead if you need me to.”

“You can actually get your name changed you know? I mean I heard it costs a hell of a lot of money, but hey. There’s hope for you. But Mimosa’s are pretty damn good so really I think your name rocks.”