“Rawr.” Summer faked a growl at Isaac. “It’s just a thing that happens over and over. Like somehow because I’m a girl, and short, and fuck else knows why everyone needs to just jump in and fix things for me. It makes me feel useless.” She slumped back in her chair, kicking her feet. “Sorry. It’s a sore spot.”
“I was offering my help because you were my friend, not because of any of those reasons, Summer. I don’t see why if you’re a girl or short that makes you weak?” He frowned helplessly and then nodded and ducked his head. “Believe me when I say I understand, okay?”
“It doesn’t matt— just forget it. Okay? It’s not important.” She put an arm over her face, frowning and frustrated. “I’m stupid and useless and overreacting and it doesn’t matter.”