“Seriously! When I want help I will ask for it! How am I supposed to learn how to do things if someone is constantly taking them out of my hands to help by doing it for me?”
“I…alright, keep your hair on.” He murmured and cast her a wide-eyed glance, automatically taking a step back from her. Somehow, he’d offended her and even replaying the words he’d uttered moments before didn’t cast any light on why she was acting this way. “I’m sorry?”
“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.”