"People always call me Mickey," he said. Only his aunt didn't. His mother had always called him her little Mijo, and the rest of the village had easily called him Mickey, or Mickito. Miguel always felt too formal, too distant. Still, if this girl liked it...
"And you," he asked, keeping his eyes on her face, not on the drawing she was making. He felt pretty sure that she would show it to him anyway. "Aren't you from Japan?"