Wakaberry & Waffles
“What’s up, Onion?”
“Excuse me?” I raised an eyebrow. He gave me a questioning look and I asked, “Onion?
He shrugged. “Onion. Anya. Sounds similar.”
“I don’t find anything similar between them. And how could you possibly relate an onion to me?” I scoffed.
“You both make people cry,” he answered with a flat look.
My mouth dropped. “I do not! I am not that bad, Harvey!”
He gave me a cheeky smile. “I know.” He stared off into space for a second then gasped. He turned to me. “I just thought of a better nickname for you!”
“Waffles,” he gave me a lopsided grin.
I rolled my eyes. “Then you’re Wakaberry.”