"Emi! I've missed you so much, girl..." A voice, deliberately high-pitched and affected, came from a handsome guy with a super masculine build, greeting me as I walked to our group's usual table on Monday morning.
"If you can't call me by my full name, just use my nickname, Milk." I pouted at him. He always calls me like that, this dear friend of mine.
"Oh my gosh, Manny! My name is Manny!" Manny exclaimed immediately. He couldn't stand it when friends called him just "Man," because even though he looked totally boyish with a completely handsome look, he was also fully receptive.
"Then call me by my proper name!" I playfully snapped at him, but Manny just pouted back at me.
"I refuse to call you by that annoying name!" Look at him. I'm too lazy to argue, so I'll just let it go. A littl
