oh-fane:
Fane furrowed his brow slightly. Eyvyn? Did he have another man in Nassau that looked like him? He didn’t even have a brother. He supposed, all things considered, he could probably handle this Eyvyn character. He’d dealt decently well with finding out that he looked almost exactly like the man who owned the brothel, albeit Fane’s hair curled a lot more than his.
“Yeah,” Fane agreed. He couldn’t hide the small, pleased smile that he was starting to be recognised for his music. “Heh, thanks. It’s… well, Fane’s a nickname, but I rather like it.” He’d used it as a kid, only to differentiate from his father and him. But then, after his time with the British Navy, well, they might still be looking for Seoirse O'Fannain, but Fane O'Fannain could claim to be a separate entity. “What’s your name? And… would you like me to walk you home? The dark can make things seem scarier, but that doesn’t mean it’s safe out there. I, for one, would definitely feel better knowing you got home safe.” He didn’t know her from Eve, but he wouldn’t want anyone to be hurt when he could have been there to try to help.
The male looked confused at the name she had uttered but didn't question her, so she felt no need to explain her embarrassing blunder. "I love your music. It brings me such joy. I've had the pleasure of hearing you play a few times." She told the male, smiling as she looked at him with renewed warmth.
"It's a lovely nickname, I'd imagined you having a softer name, but Fane suits you just nicely." Lottie didn't know why she was rambling on. She very much doubted the male cared what she had thought about his name, but unfortunately, as usual, her mouth had gotten away from her. "Oh." She was a little surprised when he asked for her name. Not many men did. She had a few customers who liked to know, but most of them weren't there to exchange pleasantries such as names. "It's Charlotte or Lottie - whichever you prefer." She gave him a bright smile. "That would be very kind of you if you are sure it's no bother. I don't live far." Truthfully she wasn't all that scared, and she was happy enough to continue home alone, but it wasn't often she had company outside of a bedroom. She couldn't remember the last conversation she'd had with someone that wasn't paying for her company.