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?”
“Sorry,” she mumbled, ducking her head. “I didn’t mean to stare. Some people are just so fascinating to look at; I always wonder what they’re thinking … ” Again, she became aware she was babbling and closed her mouth.
“No! I mean, now that I know why, I completely get it,” he said, trying to put her mind at ease. He offered his hand, simply saying, “Stiles.”
Hesitantly, she put her hand in his and shook it once. “I’m Summer. Your name is as interesting as your face.”