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“Healer, why is it that you always want to call me by my name? You knew me as Piper first.”
“I just like your name. I think it’s pretty.”
Celso liked using that word for Franz. He wasn’t sure why. He was used to being called things such as dashing or handsome.
But never pretty.
Franz felt his face get hotter and his breath shorten. He was glad his hat was covering his face, it felt embarrassing how much that word affected him. How much he wanted to hear him say it again.
“But if you want to be called Piper while on the job, then I will happily do so.”
“Yes,” Franz said, rubbing his neck. “Thank you.”
“The pleasure is mine, Piper,” Celso replied with his usual long and toothy grin. Franz was used to grins like his to be insincere but somehow from Celso, it was always sincere.
He exited Celso’s little shop, having left with nothing but a new song idea.