Stiles pretended not to notice the ginger looking at him over her books, but at some point, enough was enough. He got up and walked across the library, sitting across from her. “Okay, why are you looking at me like that?”
Hesitantly, she put her hand in his and shook it once. “I’m Summer. Your name is as interesting as your face.”
Stiles smiled at the strange compliment. “Thank you, I think. Nice to meet you.”
“Oh, god, I sound like such an idiot!” Summer put her hands over her face, hoping she wasn’t as red as she felt. “I’m really sorry. I just — you — someone needs to whack me.”