Summer couldn’t stop the yelp that escaped her when he picked her up, never seeming to break stride. She locked her arms around his neck and held on until he was putting her down in someone’s front hall — his, if the keys were any indication. Thoughtlessly, dragging in deep breaths, she exclaimed, “What the hell are you? You left them in the dust, while you were /carrying/ me!”
Isaac walked into the living room leading the way for her, before disappearing to fetch her some water. Returning with it and handing it over to her. He soon took a seat feet shifting on the floor awkwardly as he thought of the answer to her question. “I-I’m just fast,” he lied.
“U-huh.” He was clearly lying, but it wasn’t worth pursuing at the moment. “Thanks.” Wrapping both hands around the glass, she sipped slowly, watching him over the rim. He barely seemed to be out of breath. “So this is your home? Why is it safe here?”
