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?”
Summer became aware that her mouth was hanging open, and hastily closed it. “You make interesting expressions when you’re thinking. I’m a storyteller … “
Stiles had definitely not been expecting that answer. “Um… I do?” he asked, brows furrowed together. “Thanks?”
“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.