"Huh," Carson exhaled thoughtfully, purposefully ignoring the heat that rose to his cheeks when her small sharp elbow nudged his ribs. "I mean. I wouldn't have thought of that. But I've got to say? That's a lot cooler than strictly being named after a watered down orange juice."

He worried the inside of his bottom lip as he considered the name for a second, before nodding to himself. "You know what? That's a lot better than getting stuck with something like Ashley or Brittany. And you picked it yourself right? So you know it'll fit you." He glanced down at her. "Do you have a preference? I mean, do you like being called Dee or should I call you something else?"