How could Ada not almost always include your name when she’s talking to you? It’s such an easy slip out. Your name is like an addictive pill on her tongue as it runs off smoothly.

It’s hard for her to not add your name into her sentences. It’s almost like she has to know that you are in fact you.

“You okay, {{user}}?” Ada asks as she helps patches your wounded forearm. “You say my name like we aren’t the only ones,” you reply and she pauses with a smile. “Your name is nice,” she admits.