“Wherever you wanna take me, I’m not picky.” Tony shrugged. “I’d be fine with Starbucks or whatever. Wherever you wanna go.”
Summer sneered. “At least, if you have to drink coffee, let’s go somewhere with /good/ coffee. The campus coffee shop is better than that stuff. And I like supporting small business.” She set off along the path, jerking her head for Tony to follow her. “Let’s ask the stupid questions first.” She switched to a singsong kind of voice. “Where are you from? What are you studying? Do you play any sports?”
“I like Starbucks.” Tony mumbled. “Whatever lead the way,” he said rolling his eyes. “Uh let’s see I’ve lived in New York my entire life, Engineering major, As far as sports go…” he scratched his head. “I play some basketball occasionally. Not really anything else though. Unless you count drinking as a sport.” He laughed. “What about you?”
“I’m from North Carolina.” She exaggerated her southern accent into a soft drawl. “We lived in Tennessee when I was small, though. I’m majoring in English with a minor in Philosophy — kind of by accident.” Shifting her shoulder under the bag, she added, “I do swim, but after one season I decided I’d rather focus on my schoolwork.” Summer eyed Tony up and down. “Are you even old enough to drink?”
“Am I old enough to drink? Yes. Am I old enough to drink legally? That’s an entirely different question,” he grinned. “Philosophy huh?” He scratched his head. “So you like to think about stuff and things like that?”
“I just end up thinking about a lot of things,” she said, self-deprecating. “Honestly, I didn’t mean to, I just picked up some classes that looked interesting to fill out my schedule and then my advisor pointed out that if I took the two basic philo classes I’d have a minor. I’ll pick those up when they stop conflicting with my writing classes.”