Stiles slammed his laptop shut as he walked over to the widow, cracking it so he could speak to Summer. “H-hey… Uh… Whatcha doing?”
She frowned a little. “Please don’t lie to me. You know I hate that.” Hitching herself up on the sill again, she added, “Is it your dad?”
“I’m just.. going through some… mm… Some stuff. Nothing personal,” he said bouncing on his heels to distract himself.
“Well you know you can talk to me about anything.” Summer gave him an earnest look. “Come on, tell me what going on.”