"I'm so sorry you had to see that, Laura-Venezia," said Laura-Venezia's classmate and student mentor Milo, blushing and pushing his wheat-colored hair out of his face.
"Why? What is it?" she asked in her accented English, studying the #crudely spray-painted graffito critically.
Milo stuttered and hesitated his way to an explanation, his face turning a deeper, more mottled shade of red.
"Oh really? My baby brother's doesn't look like that," she remarked. "Does yours?"