Obediently Summer followed, openly gaping up and around. “You designed all this? /All/ of it?” Gentle fingertips brushed over molding, buttons, picture frames. “It’s beautiful.”
Tony gave her a look, a gentle snort coming from him. “Most of it. I had some help, actually.” He replied before turning around once more and continuing on towards the elevator.
“Still. Stylistically, it’s really nice.” She slid into the elevator behind him, trying not to stare as openly at him as she was at his tower. It was hard, though. Summer had admired — be honest, loved — Tony Stark for a long time, for many more reasons than just his gorgeous appearance. She gnawed at her lip in the hope it would help her keep her mouth shut.