And there was her target, moving right toward her. Before Summer could slip sideways into the crowd again, he was right there in front of her, and her heart sank just the tiniest bit before she recognised who it was.
Johnny fucking Storm.
Introducing himself to her as though it was a normal kind of thing.
Telling the little voice in the back of her mind to ‘shut the hell up right now’, she clasped his hand, giving him a small smile. “Hi. My name is Summer.” She let herself scan him up and down, openly admiring the tuxedo.
Johnny raised a brow. “Summer, that’s a lovely name. Can I borrow you for a minute?”
Not waiting for her reply, Johnny wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him. He turned their bodies so that he could see man who had been trying to single him out. The doctor had stopped a few feet away, and once the two had made eye contact, he gave Johnny a little wave.
Johnny mouthed ‘Sorry, we’ll talk later.’ And made a shrugging motion with his free hand displaying the message ‘lady troubles, you know how it is’. The man smiled a bit and nodded waving Johnny off in a ‘oh you kids’ gesture.
He waited until the doctor had found other party goers to bother before releasing her.
Summer’s mouth dropped open as Johnny (Johnny fucking Storm! her mind insisted on screeching) immediately pulled her close. Her head just about came up to his chin. It took a second for her to realise what he was doing, but before she could really do anything about it, the moment was over, and he’d released her again.
A string of swearwords were rising to her lips when she brushed him with her empathy again, and they died in her mouth at the return. Instead, she tilted her head to the side and said, dryly, “It’s nice to see I’m of some use around here. Mr. Storm.”