“Well, it is definitely unique,” Enzo said with a small smile. He wondered if Malia was going to stick around Atlantis or would she be one of those people who turn and run back home the minute that they’re allowed to.
“Why not?” If she didn’t like being around a lot of people, sitting here at the coffee shop must be really getting to her. “So I’ve been told. Or I get asked if it is really my name.” He’s heard it all before. He took a sip of his coffee and glanced out the window for a moment before he looked back at Malia. “Do you have any friends here?”