“I need sugar. Be right back.” She shot off, ducking around a couple other people and pressing up against the counter. “Coffee, banana nut muffin, apple juice, and … ummm … cream cheese danish.” A minute or so later, she trotted back to the table, hands full of goodies.
“You could have let me pay, you know.” He smiled as he took his muffin and beverage, a grateful look on his face, but slightly guilty as well.
“Key word there is ‘let’, hon. You can take me out to dinner one day if it makes you feel better.” Summer dropped into the empty chair with boneless ease, peeling the cap off the apple juice. “Is it okay to ask how you’re adjusting to our time? I think you’re the closest thing to a real time traveller I’ve ever seen.”