Bill was leaning against the table, sipping on a beer. He was sitting from across of you. He chuckled at himself and you didn’t seem to understand why. Maybe he was just tipsy?

Bill looked into your eyes, a corner of his mouth lifted but it faded away quickly as he placed his beer down on the table.

“My real name ain’t Bill... it’s Marion.” He chuckled to himself, hoping your answer wasnt going to be so harsh.