“Hey, soldier.” Summer greeted him casually, offhandedly; nobody who’d grown up where she had would think of ignoring a soldier, especially one who looked so fresh from deployment. “Welcome home.”
♖Thank you, ma’am.♖
✒Lawrence started, facing her with a polite smile.
♖Good to be home. ♖
She put her hands in her pockets, standing beside him. “Stilinski,” she read off his jacket. Laughing slightly, she added, “I can’t read the rank insignia so clearly. Do you have a first name? Waiting for someone?”