Leonard thought Xanthea and Orion were cut from the same cloth, full of tricks and mischief.
Xanthea arched an eyebrow. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Leonardoodle. Shouldn't you be comforting your cousin right now?"
"Her? No need for comfort. If she's really over her crush on Orion, I might actually thank you on behalf of her parents." Leonard started, then paused as if something just occurred to him. "Wait, what did you just call me?"
With a sly smile, Xanthea tucked her handkerchief into her pocket and turned to leave.
"Xanthea, you're picking up Orion's bad habits!" Leonard called after her, catching up. "Don't use my nickname, got it?"
"Why not? I think it's quite catchy, easy to pronounce."
"Easy to pronounce?" Leonard looked at her in amazement. "Are you sure you don't know Orion well?"
How could her thoughts about his name sound exactly like Orion's?
"Of course, but I'm curious, why do you know so much about me?"
Leonard shrugged. "Because of something related to you, I guess."
"You mean like enjoying 'The Masked Singer'?"
Leonard laughed; he didn't know what 'The Masked Singer' was, but he knew that the only song on Orion's music playlist was "Butterfly," sung by none other than Xanthea.
"Yeah, I'm a fan of yours!"
Indeed, Xanthea nodded.
"By the way, there's a 'Zoo' party happening on the back hill. Interested in going?"
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