The young lady laughed in embarrassment. Indeed, this boy is very interesting. I wonder how will he be in the future, she thought.
"I will explain it to you, since you are very curious about my your-so-called-logic. But, only once! I will not explain more or less than I say. Deal?" The young lady just nodded her head once.
"Every thing in this world is already in an order. For me, name is one of it. Name reflects your position or rank. It's also happened in family, right? The higher your position or rank is, the freer for you to call somebody's name. Let's say my grandpa. He is higher not only from me, but also from my parents. Therefore, he is free to call my parents' name, not just mine or my sister's. But for me, because he is higher than me, then I have to call him with a title, like grandpa."
"My younger sister. I am higher than her, so I could call her name. But because she is lower than me, she can't call my name freely, she has to put a title on my name, like big bro, or just brother."
She looked at him deeply as she followed his explanation.
"If it's between friends. Well, there is also an order in friendship, actually. Some people are still actually higher or lower, even in friendship. That's why, I don't want to call the owner with any title."
Now, there was a huge question mark on the young lady expression.
"I love the owner very much. She is my closest friend. And because of that, I want to be equal with her, though there is a huge gap between our age. By not giving a title or calling the name, it gives me a sense of equality."
"Aren't owner and little boy also titles?" She asked.
"No, it's different. Those are facts, not titles. In fact, I am just a little boy, and she is the owner of this coffee shop."
The young lady mesmerised by his explanation.
"Indeed, what is logic actually?" She ended the conversation and brought the peeled oranges to the kitchen, smiling.
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