NOLA'S POV
“What's your name?” His deep voice rang in my ears, we didn't talk the whole journey so his voice sounded rather husky.
We haven't had the time to introduce ourselves yet, our meeting had always been in an off-beat kind of way with me always ending up to be the one in need of help.
“My name is Nola, Nola Gallio”.
“Hmmm, I guess the name Nola has something to do with your appearance”.
“Well yeah, how did you know? Are you some sort of historian or a traditionalist?” No one has ever taken a guess to my name before.
“Not really, but I know for a fact that the name Nola has a connection with something being white”.
I must confess, he sure is smart.
“Yes, it means white shoulders. My parents gave it to me because they saw my complexion was too plain” i said whilst playing wit
