Gufu the Sweet
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

As Ming approached the Teahouse, a woman dressed in blue walked towards him, an inquisitive look in her eye. "You're a stranger here, aren't you? I know everyone in Tien's Landing, but I have not seen you before. I would remember you."
"You are correct. And what is your name, fair lady?"
"I am Gufu; some call me Gufu the Sweet, though I do not know why."
Ming tilted his head slightly in a silent question. "I usually smell like the fish I sell. Perhaps they are making fun of me," she sighed.
"Nonsense," he said. "You are a beautiful woman." He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. Her cheeks went bright red. "Oh… thank you." Her heart fluttered a little inside her chest. "I have never been called beautiful before."
"My pleasure, fair lady. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have business in the Teahouse."
She watched as he walked away and felt her face grow hot. What a wonderful young man.