Violin and Nico
"Yeah, me either," he shook his head, sipped his drink. "I thin it's a crock of shit. Five minutes. How are you supposed to get to know someone in five minutes?" He was a professional, he could learn a lot about someone in five minutes, but that was beside the point. The kind of things he looked for weren't the kinds of things you looked for in a potential mate.
"Neat name." He'd met people with all sorts of names. Some of the weirdest ones were on the birth certificates too. He didn't ask if Violin was her real name or a nickname or what. It wasn't his business. Everyone had a name, Violin happened to be the name of an instrument as well as what she called herself.