Perhaps I shall not only be known as SNACKY CAKE.
“But my name is Simon.”
Molly shook her head and chuckled. “With a head of hair like that? Nope, from now on your name is Red.”
Simon felt his young face flushing with embarrassment, which would further cement his new nickname. “What if I don’t want to be called Red?”
“Too late, should have shaved your head before I bought your contract.” Molly winked at him, executed a back flip in mid-air and launched herself out of the Labor Mart. “Come on, Red. We ain’t got all day.”