“No, okay, this is stupid.” She sucked the last bit of chocolate off her finger and shook it at him. “Let’s start over. Hi, I’m Summer. You look interesting. Want to go get a coffee or something and talk?”
“Summer, I’m Tony, lovely to meet you. Let’s go get some freaking coffee, I need caffeine.”
”I wish caffeine worked on me,” she confessed, kneeling to scoop books back into her bag and reorganise all the bits that had fallen out. “I’m a night owl anyway, but every so often I get four papers due at once and it’s just awkward.”
“I think I would actually die if caffeine didn’t work for me. I don’t sleep often. I’ve got better shit to do ya know?” he shrugged. “I’m just one of those I’ll sleep when I’m dead kinda people.”
“I don’t sleep a lot either, but it’s got nothing to do with caffeine; my brain just won’t shut off.” As a precaution, she zipped the bag shut this time, and stood up, brushing off her knees. “It’s not even that I have a lot to do, even. Having more to do would be a nice change, I think. Which coffee place?”