Before we could go, Mike rushed out as fast as he could manage while calling to us "Wait!"

Stone did not turn off the engine, but he kept his feet on the ground.

Mike made eye contact with me instead of Stone when he informed: "I tried putting your name into the computer system but there were no results."

I frowned in confusion and then I realised what the problem was.

"Ella is just my nickname." I admitted begrudgingly.

The man in front of me turned his head around rapidly. It was such a quick movement that I was surprised he had not snapped his neck while turning to face me.

"Your name is not Ella?" Stone's deep voice sounded vexed and confused as he grumbled the words quietly.

Mike seemed to be amused at our interaction while he asked "What is it your name then?"

"Bond." I answered back with a grin "James Bond."

"It suits you." Mike joked, laughing to himself.

The two mechanics continued to stare at me as they waited for a real answer.

My name was awful. My name would give Stone something other than my height and my hair to tease me about.

I tried to mouth it to Mike so Stone would not see it "Drizella."

The older man scrunched up his eyebrows like he could not understand me.

I mouthed it again "Drizella."

Mike shook his head and shrugged "Sorry. I can’t quite make you out."

"I give up." I sighed in frustration before announcing "It’s Drizella."

The old mechanic turned on his heel and headed back inside before he called over his shoulder "Yeah I know. I understood you the first time."

He was obviously on Team Stone. He managed to get me to reveal my embarrassing name in front of the giant.

Stone repeated my name. It was like he was testing it on his tongue. Like he was tasting the syllables. He seemed to enjoy how it danced on his taste buds because he smirked.

I rose on the seat and leant forward so I could whisper into his ear "Call me that again and I will shove you onto the road and then I will steal your motorbike."

He moved his head so that my lips were no longer at his ear. My mouth now lingered millimetres from his own.

I could feel the warm air of his breath on my skin as he remained close.

"Do you not like your name?" The deep voice questioned.

I did not move away from him. I let my gaze drift from his mouth to his eyes.

His irises were so black and dilated that I could see in the reflection of them that my cheeks were flushed.

"No, I don't." I finally answered him "It sounds like a cake topping or an infection. I'm not sure which one yet."