“I’d like to think so, yes. And whom may I ask is speaking? Another friendly person perhaps?”
“I certainly try to be friendly, though maybe not as hard as you.” She flashed him a quick smile. “You can call me Summer. And you? Do you have a name, or are you just Mr Friendly?”
Mr. Friendly did have a nice ring to it, but he couldn’t let her think he was not polite enough to give a real name.
“No, as much as I admire your pet name, my actual name is Fandral, the dashing, of Asgard. It is a lovely pleasure to meet you Summer.” He offered her a smile that lasted longer than the one she offered him moments before.
“Oooh, ‘the dashing’, that sounds exciting. What makes you so dashing, Fandral? Should I be worried?” Summer laughed, finding an empty seat nearby and claiming it. She leaned forward, clasping her hands under her chin.