I’ll apologise for this one in advance.
Paris set her spoon down, “India’s a lovely name, how did you get it?”
“My parents adored the subcontinent. They honeymooned there. My middle name’s Jasmine. It grew everywhere and they could smell it while they were making love. What about you?”
“You know, cliché romantic weekend, middle name champagne.”
“Because they were drinking it at the time?” India giggled.
“Yup. And you Kit? That short for Christopher?”
The silence gauge hit ‘extreme awkward’ so they moved the conversation swiftly to second name.
Kit hesitated, “Stew.”
“Nice. Short for Stewart?”
“No, just Stew.”
“OK, who wants coffee?”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.