"The world knows I'm a Smith," he said like it meant something different than what she said. If only she knew the truth when it was the exact same thing. That was their legacy, certainly couldn't be anything else. Like father, like son. He couldn't do a thing to prevent it. He would always be his father's child, but tonight.
Well, tonight he was a man in a bar who wanted to fight or fuck. Better yet, he had found the one woman who might just him both. And if that didn't turn him on.
"And what are you? The girl who waited for the boy who died anyway."