Summer shoved herself into the farthest back corner of the booth. She forced herself to take deep breaths, feeling light-headed, nausea roiling in her gut. She put her head down on the table, closing her eyes. “Oh god. God. Can you — can we — warn me?”
Tony, finally sensing Summer’s discomfort, gently put his arm around her shoulders. “Oh, I-I’m sorry,” he frowned. He had been completely oblivious to his date. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time. “I’m so used to it, I just didn’t even think about it I guess,” he shrugged and looked away into the distance. “They won’t bother us in here, though.”
“How can you even stand that, so much attention all focussed on you?” She sat back up, burrowing a little into his side. At least here, now, he was safe. But she was starting to wonder if maybe saying ‘no’ had been the mistake. Summer forced herself to breathe, again, and gave Tony a half-smile, with a teasing twinkle. “You know how to overwhelm a lady, Mr Stark.”