name

"Hey there Delilah."

"Yes Nick. That just happens to be my name."

"What's it like in New York city-"

"I don't know what's in like in New York city."

"Oh Delilah-"

"Nick, shut up."

"Make me."

Delilah Devine hates her name. Absolutely loathes it. Maybe if it had been something else Nick Popper might stop singing in her ear.

{a story written in conversations}
(cover by @dripdrippitydrop)