What is your name?

He didn’t know why he liked her so. He only knew he was smitten by her right from the time she had moved into the flat. That day he had attempted small talk in his shy, faltering manner.

“Hi… I am Alex. I stay upstairs… I… If you need any help… I can you know.”

“That’s very generous. Thank you.”

“No problem. What is… your name?”

She only smiled and replied “See you around Mr. Alex”

In a few days, she could clearly see that the good man was a bit in love with her.

Finally, he wound up a bit of courage and asked her “I… I wish you would tell me your name you know. I…” and fell silent.

She smiled “You will know tomorrow.”

The next day as Alex passed her flat, he saw that the wall beside her door was painted pink; with a smiley face on it.

He turned with a grin of realization. “Rosy!”

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Flash fiction in response to FFfAW hosted by the lovely Priceless Joy.