"Oh, you finally made it, white-haired boy."
Neo stopped a few steps into the room and looked at her with the flat expression of someone already regretting several choices at once.
"I have a name," he said, the door closing behind him with a soft click. "You've had it for a while now, in case rich people forget things faster."
Vivienne's smile deepened by a fraction. She set the glass down on the table without hurry and turned toward him fully, one hand resting lightly against the back of her chair. The city burned behind her through the glass, gold draining into violet, the whole skyline stretched out below like it had been laid there for her convenience.
"I remember your name perfectly, Neo," she replied. "I just enjoy that one more."
"I noticed."
