A bold sweeping gesture of his hands for emphasis ... and his nametag fell to the floor. He didn't seem to notice, continuing the conversation.
A girl closer to him than I was bent down, picked it up, and handed it back to him. He acknowledged her with a smile but didn't reach out to take it.
She said "Werner, you dropped your nametag.".
He said "You keep it.".
She said "I can't, it's not my name.".
He said "That's OK, I made it up, you can too.".
She said "Are you kidding me?".
He said "Do you think I would lie to you?".
She said (slowly, incredulously) "You mean ... your ... name's ... not ... Werner?"
He said "No, it's Jack.".
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