"I am sorry, but I am new here, so I don't know where Granny put the money to pay you," that young lady said in an apologetic tone.

"It's OK, I can wait until the owner comes." The boy just sat on the chair nearest to him in front of the bar.

"So, Charlie." The boy just glanced his eyes to the right corner without turning his head as a reaction. The young lady sensed a feeling of dislike from the boy's reaction. "It's your name, right? May I call you that? You can call me Lynn too," she said. The boy just nodded his head.

"You don't go to school today? It's Wednesday."

The boy looked at her with an amazed gaze. "It doesn't mean I don't want to."

It was the young lady turn to look amazed, "So..., you can't?"

The boy was considering his answer, 'What should I tell her?'. There was a silence between them, but the young lady waited for the boy patiently. 

"Well, what do you expect from this time? It's not like school is free. But, it's OK. My school is here," He spoke nonchalantly. "Hey, Did the owner say where is she going to?"

"You are not like any other kid I've ever seen. Why do you call her owner, instead of Granny like any other kids?"

"You are definitely not answering my question, here."

"Well, she said she is going to buy some oranges for today's cake. Now, answer me."

 He was about to burst in annoyance but he held it well. "How I address her is my business. Why does it matter to you? Anyway, you are just a new comer."

"Well, because I am new, I want to know that. It would help me to know how to address everybody here, including you." The boy reacted with a slight spark in his eyes. "You didn't like it when I called your name."

'Ah, so she noticed it', the boy thought.

"But anyway, I want you to call me Lynn. Now, answer me." She moved closer, made them seeing face-to-face, just separated by the bar between them. 

"Well," that boy moved his eyes to another corner, avoiding the straight eyes from the young lady sitting in front of him. "It's because we are friend. She is not my grandmother, so there is no necessity to call her granny or something like that. I just call her owner."

The young lady blinked her eyes twice in disbelief, she jerked back a little bit out of surprise. "That's....an unusual way of thinking." That young lady managed to choose her words carefully.

"You mean weird, right? I get used to it." He raised his shoulders, tensed.

"Well, everybody has their own way of thinking, I guess. And...may I know how does she call you?"

"I just call him little boy," suddenly the old lady entered the cafe with two huge paper bags full of oranges, "Right, little boy?"

"Owner!" The boy dashed to the door and took the paper bags from her without being asked, and went to the kitchen.