Christian grilled some more skewers, but when he brought them over, there were some leftovers under his feet that had not been cleaned up thoroughly.
"Money!"
An orange puppy ran over and wagged its tail, eating up all the leftovers.
I looked up in shock and asked, "What ... what is its name?"
Christian silently glanced at me, without saying a word. The person who answered me was Dabney.
"It called Money. It was Killian gave it the name. Do you also think it's a bit funny, Yasmin?"
I had mixed feelings in my heart and asked, "Why did you give it that name?"
Dabney handed us plates, spoon and forks with a smile, muttering in her mouth, but her eyes were soft enough.
"Killian said that the name also has good meaning, which is a hope for prosperity."
I stared blankly at the puppy who was happily biting its tail.
Money was the name of the pet dog that Christian and I adopted together. I loved money and believed that good names represented good luck, so I insisted on giving it this name.
I just did not understand, why the man still remembered the pet dog, Money, even though he had completely forgotten about me?