“I thought I’d start with the drink. Isn’t that the way it usually goes?” She folded her arms on the bar, propping her chin on her hands. “I’m Summer.”
“How quaint!” Sydney chimed, picking up her martini when it was sat in front of her. “I’m Sydney,” she replied after the first sip. “In case you were interested.”
“Quaint,” Summer snorted. “There’s a word I haven’t heard anyone use in a long time. I’m not sure if I should be insulted or not. I was interested.” No shields, no inhibitions, just curiosity driving her actions. “In maybe more than just your name.”