“No allergies that I’m aware of.” Dustin grinned, reaching into his car to pull out a couple bars of chocolate handing one to her. “Dustin Winters. Professional poor guy.” he said with a lopsided smile. “And you are? And Jarvis is?” He asked curiously.

“Keep those for a rainy day, Dustin,” she told him. The corners of her mouth quivered in a suppressed smile. “I suppose I can’t expect to be recognised on the street yet. I’m Summer. Summer Rainault. Jarvis is … well, Jarvis is the most advanced AI in the world.”