Ooo for the name game how about Zacharias or Aster?
"Aster, quiet fucking moping."
"Sorry," he muttered, the mask he was wearing doing him no favours in making his words understandable.
His mother sighed. "I'm not looking for apologies. I just want you to brighten up a little."
Honestly? Aster didn't see that happening. His girlfriend of two months had just broken up with him a day ago — something he couldn't just tell his mother, given she never even knew his girlfriend existed. "I'm just not feeling that well," he mumbled.
"Aster, I need you to speak up. This is unbearable. Speak up or take the mask off."
He almost physically recoiled. "I'm not taking the mask off, this place is full of germs."
"Then speak up! Seriously, you're not a child anymore to be muttering and mumbling under your breath."
"Understood," he droned. "But really, I'd rather go—"
"Home? We're not going home. You need the fresh air, and you will breathe it in if it's the last thing I make you do."