Summer had to bite her lips not to laugh at him again. She forced her face to hold a serious expression. “I have awesome hair too,” she pointed out. “I’m still not sure I understand what I’m supposed to be not resisting here.” She let her green eyes go big and innocent at Tony.
“You’re supposed to be resisting my immense charm.” Tony laughed. “A task many a man and woman have found to be impossible.” He grinned.
“I’m not finding it that difficult.” She leaned back, wrapping both hands around her cup and sipping while she watched him. “You’re interesting, yes. But what do you want? What’s the charm /for/?”
“I don’t want anything, I can’t just turn off the charm.” he laughed taking a sip of his coffee. “It’s like a waterfall. If you try to stop it it’s just gunna wash over you harder.”
“And if I just … step out of the waterfall? If I’m immune? Does that bother you?” Summer listened with more than ears, this time. He was so intriguing, bantering back and forth with, yes, charming ease. But she’d already been burned by charming boys who wanted nothing more than to humiliate her. She wasn’t going to fall for that again. But it might be worth trying to turn the tables.
“I bet you /can’t/ charm me.”