"hey, isn't it weird that i don't know your name, but you know mine?"
Ian asked
"mm yeah but then i can stalk you without getting exposed by you."
"right, right by still, i'm curious of what your name is."
"curiosity killed the cat."
"difficult, aren't ya'?"
"ella"
"what?"
"ella. that's my name."
"ooooohhhhh. what a beautiful name."
"yeah i got it for my birthday."
"trueeeee."
"thanks for the compliment, but i don't need you crawling up on me."
"what? 'ella' is a beautiful name."
"okay mr. flirtatious, keep your wee-wee in your pants."
"who says 'wee-wee' anymore?"
"well, obviously i do."
the bell screeched in our ears and that was the sign that our —intrusive— conversation was done