She burst into laughter. “Oh! Oh god.”
“Yes, Mr Stark, I am more than old enough to drink.” Giggles kept escaping. In between, she asked, “What do you mean, my time is fast approaching? That doesn’t make sense.”
“You know, because summer is coming up. And your name is Summer.”
“You can’t tell me no one has ever said that before. I won’t believe you. And I might not believe you’re old enough to drink, but I suppose I’ll have to take your word for it.”
She raised her eyebrows again. “I suppose you’ll see when we get there, then. You coming? Or catching up?” Summer turned and folded up her blanket neatly, tucking it under one arm. She cast a glance over her shoulder. “Well?”