“Poetry is my job,” she told him. “And curiosity. I am insatiably curious. And I want to know where it came from.”He gave her a blank look for a moment. “Your name is Summer. Is the connection between that and Sunshine really that obtuse?”
She hadn’t taken her eyes off the ceiling, so she missed his expression entirely. “I guess I just don’t think about it that way. You’re so bad at romantic gestures, Tony,” she teased.