The man didn’t know how to appropriately reply to her. “Uh… drink?” he offered awkwardly.
“It would just make it worse. I can’t shield if I’m drunk. Thanks, though.” Summer poked at his shoelaces.
He took another deep sip of his drink. “Uh… may I ask what you’re doing to my feet?”
“Trying to be distracting. Is it working?”
“Yeah, I would say creepishly so,” he frowned down at the girl by his feet.
“Which bit? Being at your feet or playing with your shoelaces?” She frowned back up at him. “I can be distracting in other ways, I suppose. What would you like?”