[text to: Isaac] yes pls
Summer glanced around the apartment, checking how messy it was. Quickly she closed up the books she’d been trying to research from and stacked up the photocopies. She looked over the half-wall and decided Isaac wasn’t likely to see her sleeping space, although it was fairly tidy anyway.
[text to: Summer] Okay. On my way!
Packing up what he could be bothered to tidy away, Isaac moved from his bed and tugged on some shoes, muttering to himself as he tried to locate his hoody, finally finding it in a nearby corner. Pulling it on, he called out to Scott to say where he was going, before leaving the house.
She tried not to pace out of nerves. Failing at that, she tried to convince the butterflies in her stomach to settle. That didn’t work either. so she concentrated on steadying her breathing. There was no reason for her to be nervous about a friend coming over — well, except that she didn’t /have/ many friends, and mostly they didn’t come to her place. She sat down and picked up Helios, rocking him on her lap.