♖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.”
♖Likewise, Miss Rainault.♖
✒He smiled back, before shaking his head.
♖This time around it’s permanent. Last tour messed me up a bit too much to return to active duty. I slept more most the plane ride home, I’m just not sure if I should visit family or… well I’m a bit turned around.♖
“Did they not know you were coming home?” she asked, surprised. “Usually they would be here to meet you, wouldn’t they?”