He gave a very genuine smile. “That’s very comforting, thank you.” Johnny considered what she said earlier. “Okay, yeah I’d say I’m a one track mind kind of guy, but really it’s more a craving for fun than anything else. I don’t care what it is, to an extent, as long as it’s fun.” Really, he hadn’t done much in the way of enjoyment anyways. “You don’t by any chance know anything fun to do, do you?”
“I know lots of fun things to do. You looking for something in particular?” Summer’s green eyes warmed. “You’re always looking for something in particular, though, is what I hear.” She winked. “Flying could be fun.”
“You know, I may be lecherous and a bit of a playboy, but it’s not the only thing I think about. Food is a close second,” he retorted in mock defensiveness, giving a sassy scoff and laying a hand on his chest as if he were offended. Johnny thought about the suggestion, dropping his hand to his side. “I guess it just depends on where we’re flying. You can fly, right?” he asked, not remembering much about her.
“Oh yes. Possibly faster than you. Shall we try it?” Summer balanced a little flame on her fingertip, smiling. “Possibly we can investigate those other things you think about later.” She stepped toward the exit, checking over her shoulder to see if he would follow.
Johnny knew he talked to her for a reason. Without a moment’s hesitation he followed after, pondering her last words. God, that sounded tempting. Good thing Johnny wasn’t a stranger to temptation, let alone someone to fight against it. “Not to brag, but I’m 99.9% sure I’m faster,” he retorted cockily, a challenging grin on his face. “With those odds, my bet’s not on you proving me wrong.”
“You’ve never seen me fly flat out, though,” she pointed out. “I do SAR. There’s little reason for me to go as fast as I can. What’ll you bet, then, Johnny?” They popped out into the cold sunshine, and she tilted her head up to look at the sky.