“So, that’s a no…”
He kept thinking.
“Why do I still wanna say Kit….? Kitty-cat…Kitsch…?”
He looked into the anon’s sunglasses. Then…
Smack! His hand hit his forehead.
“How could I not get this?! You’re Kitterah, aren’t you?”
He looked back up, furrowing his brow.
“No, no, too easy.”