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”Summer” the soldier laughs, “do you mind?”
“You are by no means /faster/ than me.” Summer drops the snowball and brushes off her gloves. “And here I thought we were being so discreet.”
“This is me we’re referring to, I have a habit of noticing things, not as great as Sherlock but good enough to know when people are sneaking around and bad enough to not know when my future boyfriend is flirting with me.”
“There was no sneaking!” Summer is mildly offended. “Just discretion.”