Perfect betrayal

[Katherine Grillet]

“So,” he started, not really sure what to say, “If your name is Miss Allen—"
"Kenn."
"…Then why do you want to be called Kenn? Kennya is more cute." Andrew asked and ignored the interruption and the reaction of the girl when she heard the word cute.

"Long story, but it's a nickname," Kennya finished stocking the scratch tickets and turned around. Kath started to make herself busy. The cigarette shelf was full—she had stocked it right after the storm started when she entered the shop—save for the one pack her friend sold to the blond boy. She'd get it later…if she did it at all. She had to leave something for the other man to do when he came in for his shift.
"Well," Andrew looked around the store. "I think we have a little while. It doesn't look like the storm's letting up any time soon."