“Her name is Evangelyn, but she doesn’t like to be called that. She likes to be called Evan, just like you don’t like to be called Gabriel” she explained.
“But Evan is still a boys name,” He looked at her, confusion evident on his face. “Isn’t it?”
She smiled and shook her head. “I didn’t know. I can teach you a lot. I like teaching stuff.”
“You speak Italian. It doesn’t matter how big or small you are. Everyone can learn something from very one. You’ve...