“You’re starting to sound like me,” Summer returned wryly. “If I wanted you to leave, I’d say so.” She collected forks and sat down at the table, watching Victor. “I’m not really complaining. Just … confused. I can’t remember the last time someone /wanted/ to shag me. Much less,” she gestured around, “/spoil/ me.” With quick, economical motions, she tied her hair in a lovers’ haste knot.
“Am I? Starting to sound like you?” he asked, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Victor smirked then made a show of checking her over with his eyes. “You can’t remember the last time someone wanted to shag you? That’s ridiculous, you’d have to have been living under a rock in order for that to happen. And if you think this,” he returned her gesture regarding the food, “is spoiling then you haven’t seen anything.” Victor shrugged. “I’m a bachelor with money at his disposal, I tend to be a little generous cos in all reality I’ve no need for all of it.” He rocked back on his heels a little bit, he wasn’t the type to flaunt and horde his money, he liked to give things away to his friends and anonymously help out non-profits. “Anyways, what would you like to drink?”
“Victor, darling,” she drawled, folding her arms, “I would /really/ appreciate it if you’d stop insinuating I’m a liar. There’s the end of some apple juice in the fridge. Now,” she leaned forward, “I am, again, not complaining. It’s your money, you do what you like. I’m not ignorant of your — hmm — appreciation? But you have to understand, I’ve been alone in that way far too much of my life, and your particular regard is very unfamiliar to me.” Summer sighed, leaning back and looking down at her hands. “Frankly, I don’t know what you see.”
“Not callin’ you a liar, love, more like I can’t believe that a majority of the males you’ve encountered were so thick headed.” He followed her instruction and grabbed the apple juice and poured it out then placed it in front of her. He sat down then and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that, Summer. Honestly, I see someone I can trust. Don’t ask me why, like I said, call it intuition, it’s a feeling I get. I see someone that can be caring and can keep up with me if not outwit me in a conversation and I like that. It’s rare that I find all of that in one person.” He paused one moment and grabbed some pancakes. “Why is it that you’ve been alone so much? You seem to know more about me than I do about you, would you be up for sharing?”
Summer shrugged. “Sure. Ask me anything.” She picked up the fork and started playing with her eggs, pushing them around. It felt like Victor wasn’t taking her seriously. “I’ve always been weird,” she began, quietly, not looking at him. “I read too much, I think too much, I’m too outspoken. No tact, that’s how my mother puts it. I don’t dress right.” She sighed. “Imagine how you felt when you were a teenager. Then double it, triple it, a thousand times — that was my growing up. Because of what I am. I was shy, and introverted, and not enough like most of my classmates.”