"Well, I’m Canadian," he begins the story warily, understanding the confusion due to such an archaic, and unusual, name. Socrates has never really suffered because of his atypical moniker, purely because of his indifferent attitude towards it. Besides, on some levels he’s grateful for it, the philosophy behind it. It’s a happy little theory he has no problem with believing, but it’s notably harder to critique reasoning you’ve grown up with. "However, my parents worked out that was conceived in Greece, and eh, thought it fit to name me something Greek. Supposedly that’s where my soul found me. It fits?"
Listening closely to the him as he spoke, slipping her hands into the pockets of her jacket. ❝ Ahh okay then.. ❞ The reader nodded her head as the male finished his story as a small smile creased her lips. ❝ And right Socrates, the philosopher right? ❞ It only had dawned on her to where she’s heard the name before one he stated out Greece. ❝ That’s a really interesting story you got there.. ❞ Ever so often she hears other people’s stories about to where and what their respective names meant and of course with someone who has just a common name, she envied them. ❝ Eh, all I know about my name is that my grandmother named me cause she loved what it means in french.. ❞ simply shrugging a shoulder at the end of her sentence.