She told him what her name was, but Angelo had already forgotten it. She was wearing the brightest top in the whole room. It was like a beacon. "I can't help it," he said. "It's just like you're a tulip and I'm a honeybee."
She laughed. He couldn't quite tell if she was laughing for him or at him.
"But don't worry, I don't sting. I'm just after the sweetness."
"Are you trying to hit on me? I bet you don't even have a job."
"Nah, baby, I got a job," Angelo said. "I’m a lawyer."
"You’re too young to be a lawyer."
"Alright, I’m a junior, but exam passed and licensed! I’m a lawyer. Wanna see my card?"
He handed her a card with his name in gold plating. His firm would only print him twenty cards, being a junior, but she could have every one of them.