This is a little excerpt from a WiP that has been shelved for another day.
“So, do you have a name?”
Looking up, I raised my eyebrow and smiled. “Sure, doesn’t everybody?”
“Yeah, I guess they do. What’s yours?”
“What’s yours?” I shot back with a sarcastic tone lacing my voice.
“Royce Fincher at your service, ma’am.”
“Don’t call me ma’am,” I began as I placed his change on the counter in front of me, “makes me feel older than I actually am.”