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?”
♖Lawrence, ma’am. Lawrence Stilinski,♖
✒He turned to face her, offering out his hand.
♖Sergeant First Class.♖
✒After that he gave a tiny shake of his head, admitting an embarrassed chuckle.
♖No ma’am, just… trying to figure out where to go first.♖
Summer shook his hand quickly, smiling. “Pleased to meet you, Sergeant Stilinski. I’m Summer, Summer Rainault. So … is this going to be a permanent return, or are you just on leave? Seems like you would need a place to sleep, first thing, either way.”