“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.”
Sydney chuckled. “I prefer the term old fashioned.” Being 163 left her with a lot of things that people hadn’t heard from in a while.
She sipped her drink again, blatantly eye balling the other from head to toe. “Alrighty then.” The other saw cute, hot enough to entertain for the evening. She was game.
Summer smiled slowly. “Come here often, then? Sydney?”