You've never asked my name," she says, some nights later.

Her tone does not fluctuate and her brows are not arched.

He stands against the recently shut door and she across from him.

Arms crossed.

Lips firm.

And for the first time, he realizes this means more to her than a day's pay.

And he realizes that he's the only one here for just the sex.

"What is your name?" he asks, although he'd never really been curious.

She gives him a hard glare.

But gives in.

"The paying customers call me Honey," she says.

Then she hands his money back to him.

"Call me Caroline."