Wakaberry & Waffles

“What’s up, Onion?”

“Excuse me?” I raised an eyebrow. He gave me a questioning look and I asked, “Onion?

He shrugged. “Onion. Anya. Sounds similar.”

“I don’t find anything similar between them. And how could you possibly relate an onion to me?” I scoffed.

“You both make people cry,” he answered with a flat look.

My mouth dropped. “I do not! I am not that bad, Harvey!”

He gave me a cheeky smile. “I know.” He stared off into space for a second then gasped. He turned to me. “I just thought of a better nickname for you!”

“Which is?”

“Waffles,” he gave me a lopsided grin.

I rolled my eyes. “Then you’re Wakaberry.”