The sound of footsteps brought Fandral’s attention from his reverie as he leaned against the wall. The man smiled a charming smile as he pushed himself off of it to walk with the newcomer. “Might I pester you for the time?”
“Half past midnight, I believe,” Summer said, glancing up. She gave a half-smile back. Cute guy; why was he talking to her? “Or much too late for sensible people to still be awake.”