Summer smiles, and gives the little bow again. “What, like that?”
He smirked. “Perfect.” He took his cup in his hand before taking a sip. “So, Summer, right? Where do you come from?”
“I live here in the city. I was born in the south, if that’s what you mean. You?” It was a joke; his history was so easy to find out. Well, most of it.
“Not what I meant but that’s alright, I love hearing about people,” he lied and waved her question off. “Especially, funny people like you.”
She shook a finger. “You shouldn’t lie, Mr Stark. That’s two lies.”