Setting the glass down, Summer put her hands in her pockets and walked over to stand beside his knees. Slowly, she said, “I’m going to trust you, but I know you aren’t telling me the whole truth, either.” Looking down into his blue eyes (not very far down, why was this town full of tall guys?), she went on, “I don’t know who it is yet. If I did, I would do something about it. Right now, I just know I’m in danger. They stopped following two or three streets back, but my apartment is on the other side of town.”
Watching her, he knew he wasn’t but he didn’t care that much. “Right… But why are they after you?” He questioned tilting his head to the side slightly. There was lots of reasons why probably but he wanted to know. Call him nosey but he did just save her.
“I don’t even know who they are, and you think I know /why/?” She could make an informed guess or two, but given what she was and what she could do — there were too many possibilities to narrow it down much. “Let’s just say, Mr Hero, that I am not a safe person.”
