“Hi! Is Johnny there? It’s Nicole.”
Nicole wasn’t a big fan of her name, something she was reminded of every time she said it aloud. She didn’t hate it; it just lacked a sense of the exotic – much like her. Her family called her Nic, which was okay, although she thought it sounded too masculine when outsiders said it. She could have gone the Nicky route. Nicky would have been peppy and maybe worn a side ponytail and made sad faces when she told other girls they didn’t make the cheerleading team. At the very least Nicky would have dated a jock and worn his letterman jacket. She could never pull Nicky off. Nicky hesitated to give an opinion and that was something Nicole never did.
Nicky would still wear the same size as she did in high school though, that’s for sure.
