“Thanks so /very/ much, Xavier, now I have an earworm,” Summer says dryly. “That’s totally what I needed, a song that makes me think of Arthur.”
“I — Sorry. I was just thinking about To — somebody and remembered the song and, well , it’s a rough time and sorry — what’s happened, Summer?”
“Oh, nothing. I think that’s the problem, nothing’s happened. I don’t even — like, how do I even make him notice me, seriously?”