“That’s real sweet of you to say,” she told him, a hint of southern drawl creeping into her words. “I’m fine with how I look, really. You don’t have to tell me different.” Pulling the door open, she slid in, admiring the gadgetry of the dashboard. “Mmm, I could get used to this.” Her eyes sparkled at Tony. “I’ll have to come up with a reason why you should keep me around.”
He sighed, but didn’t push the issue. Tony walked around to the driver’s side and dropped in, sliding the key into the ignition and starting her up. He inhaled deeply, listening to the engine purr. He looked over to Summer and said, “I’m sure we can think of some reason to keep you around,” he remarked with mock-seriousness. “Because you being incredibly nice, and refreshingly honest isn’t enough.” He changed gears and started the drive out of the shop and toward the driveway.
“Anthony Stark! That was a compliment! What in the world. I’m all sort of flustered now.” Mockingly Summer fanned her face. “Goodness me, sir, I shall have to be suspicious of your motives. You are quite dangerous to a lady’s sensibilities!” She couldn’t keep a straight face any longer and started giggling helplessly. “You know what’s hilarious? You /still/ haven’t so much as asked my name.”
“I’m quite capable of giving compliments to those who deserve them. That’s one of the things people don’t seem to grasp about me. I’m not a complete asshole. Maybe more like three quarters of an asshole…” He considered that for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, that sounds about right. Especially since you’re right. I haven’t, have I?” He asked, sheepishly. How he’d managed to get that far without asking her name was beyond him. “Is it too late to ask?”
“I think I should make you guess, now. Or at least work for it. You’ve got that amazing AI, after all, I bet it — he? — could do a facial match.” Summer coaxed, “Show off for me, just a bit, please?”