In Your Eyes. Matthew Espinosa A.U

"How would you know?" He asked.
"You're asking the wrong question." He looked at me, puzzled, and stayed silent. I continued.
"How could I not know? How else would I find out. I saw it." He huffed in frustration, and raised his voice.
"Saw it where?" I didn't understand how he couldn't understand. Maybe he really was dumb. Or-- maybe I'm just too smart for my own good.
"In your eyes, Matthew!"
"Why do you call me Matthew?" What a silly time to bring up such a thing.
"Well, that is your name isn't it?" He seemed a bit taken back at my sudden lack of interest, only, for me, it wasn't so sudden.
"Well, yes, but I'd prefer if you called me Matt."
"Well, yes, no buts, I call you Matthew because that is your name, and also because you would prefer that I didn't. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm already late enough as it is, I should get to class, as should you."