Yeah, Wisp, it's kinda— [ Waverly shakes her head and shrugs, feeling a little lightheaded in the process. Was she actually doing this? Letting some guy give her his number on the pretense of getting her some extra work? ] —it's a dumb name, I know. People think it's completely weird, but— [ As an afterthought she remembers to drop the bananas onto the scale but then promptly forgets about them when the stranger offers her his number on the back of some receipt. Waverly chews on her lip some more before reaching for it, the thin slip of paper pinched between her fingers but not drawn free from the man's grasp. ] —a name's a name, right?

[ Her eyes dart down to memorize whatever numbers she can get at. ] You, uh— [ Waverly begins to give the receipt an experimental tug but then stops, relinquishing it instead. ] —you forgot to write down your name.

But it's— it's Mister Quinn, right?

[ (Of course I know. Just like you know me. Soon, baby, soon. Soon we'll be together.) ]