This is personal.

-          Hello Blondie!

-          Hello Sir.

-          What’s your name?

-          My name is Des.

-          And what brings you here Blondie?

-          Well, this is not an easy question. A friend of mine says I’m not quiet myself lately.

-          This is so general. Not yourself, how?

-          The thing is I messed everything up. And most of the time I don’t enjoy what I’m doing, which I used to.

-          Sorry, how old are you?

-          Why you say it like that?

-          No! No reason.

-          I’m sorry about it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. If I was myself I would tell you something funny about the age part. But I can’t anymore.

-          So tell me what you’re thinking Blondie.

[….]

-          Can I ask you something sir? You know my name why you are still calling me Blondie?

-          Do you mind?

-          No, it is just that I’m being kind of dramatic those days and I don’t want to hate you or something.

-          Ha-ha-ha. See? You are finding yourself slowly. This is good.

-          I will let you know how it goes. Bye.