Summer blinks at him, caught off-guard. “What’s stopping you?”
He’s torn between gaping wide-eyed and smirking. “Lack of obvious reciprocation, and you won’t tell me how…”
Now she’s blushing. “Do what feels right? I — I didn’t think you were … I mean I — ” She stumbles to a halt, and rubs at her face. “I do /try/ not to flirt with /everyone/.”