What's my name again?

Remember C?
The one at the office who I’m anxiously waiting to get to know.

I remember C very clearly.
But today as he turns to ask a question about the functionality of the internet, he stops and says “Mmm (studder) Martha? Right?”

“Yes” I say. “It’s Martha. No my internet isn’t working either.”

Seems like the interest is on his part too, eh? How shattering.