“Good! I’m glad I could help, even a little.” A truer smile brightened Summer’s face. She picked up the lighter again, examining the design on it. “So … ” she fished around, “this is because of your night club?”
Vex watched as Summer examined his Zippo. He was a little confused as to why she held such an interest in it, but he didn’t really care, either. After a moment, he replied to her question, “Partially. I ‘ave a bit of an underground part to the night club that involves the theme.. And, partially, my own preferences.”
Her gaze flicked from the lighter to his face and back again swiftly. “Interesting,” was all she said, and offered it back. “How did you come to start a night club? I imagine it’s expensive, starting that kind of thing up.”