Colin paced around his kitchen, tapping his head as he strained for a thought.
“Honey? No, too generic. Ange? Sounds like the nickname of a forty something cocktail waitress.” He said to himself.
“Is everything alright?” The platinum blonde business lady said as she walked in.
“Oh, Angela, hi!” Colin smiled, “I was just wondering... how do you feel about a nickname?”
“Why would I need a nickname?” Angela asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Well... you know when I let Tina in and everyone started calling Christina Christy?” He asked.
“Yeeees?” Angela pauses.
“Well.....” Colin blushed.
Angel walked in without a word and kissed him on the lips.
“You must be Angie.” Angel smiled.
Angela scowled sourly “I prefer to not be called that.”
“Well we gotta call you something if we don’t wanna mix you two up.” Lucy said as she cracked open a can of Pepsi.
“Why would we be that difficult to mix up?” The pale business lady asked.
“A one letter difference between your names... all it takes is one syllable to let your name slip.” Lucy said after a long sip.
“So why can’t she have the nickname?” Angela asked.
“I’m not the kinda girl to get called ‘pumpkin’ or ‘sweetie’ or any of that mushy junk.” Angel said.
“Alright, I’ll help sort this out.” Lucy sighed as she pulled out a quarter.
“A coin flip?” Colin asked.
“Best of three, loser gets a nickname.” Lucy said.
“Seems simple enough.” Angela nodded as Lucy did the first flip.
“Heads!” Angel called.
It was heads.
“Tails.” Angela said.
It was tails.
One to one.
“Okay, if it’s heads the nickname is Angie,” Lucy said, “tails... whatever you could come up with.”
And the final flip was: