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?”
“Came to see how you liked your birthday present. It’s not exactly my kind of game, after all.” She hung half over the windowsill, grinning.
Stiles kept his eyes firmly on Summer’s eyes. “Um… Yeah. It’s great. Thanks. Uh. I’m kinda… Busy! Yeah, I’m busy.”
“Um … Stiles, are you okay? Is something wrong?” Usually he would invite her in, babble excitedly about all the cool things in the game, show her his characters.