It’s late one night and you’re hanging out with Mattheo. You haven’t known him for long, but you’ve grown to love him; the pace just always seemed off. As you’re sat there staring up at the stars in the sky, you glance over at Mattheo

“Do you even know my middle name?”

He smirks confidently, sitting up and turning to face you, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly

“Thats a trick question. You don’t have one.”

You face away from him, getting to your feet as you quietly reply.

“Helen.”