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“Do I get running commentary if I watch them with you? I think I’d quite like that.” Summer jumped to her feet, dusting her hands off. “Tell you what, let’s do that. Maybe at my place? You must be in a hotel here, and that’s no fun.”
Tom nodded, “Yeah, that would be great!” He smiled a toothy grin, watching her as she got up to her feet. “Ah, yeah, only a hotel..not bad actually, but I guess I can spend a few hours off.” He said, checking his phone in his pocket once more, glancing back to Summer.
“Don’t let me keep you,” she said dryly, something that looked like a smile but wasn’t curving her mouth. “I wouldn’t want you to feel pressured or anything.” Her eyebrows were raised just the slightest bit, before she went on, “Do you need to fetch anything from your room?”
“No, it’s quite alright!” Tom nodded, “I don’t believe I have any shoots or sets to be at right now, so I’m really off for the night.” He reassured, taking a moment to think. “No, I don’t believe I need anything..ah, where is your house? Is it far from here?”
“No, I don’t wander far from home. Just a few blocks’ walk.” Shoving her hands into her pockets, Summer jerked her head in the appropriate direction and started walking. “Come on. I’ll apologise right now for the state of the place … I live alone, except for four cats, and so books and things tend to just stay piled. I don’t have a lot of — people over.”
She’d been going to say ‘friends’, but it was no good putting that on this poor man. Not even a local. She’d let it go, and seize the moment while it lasted instead.