“I don’t know,” she says wryly, “I don’t know that many people who would have gone this far out of their way to return a cat to its owner, much less to find that owner in the first place.” Impulsively she kisses his cheek. “In case I forget, thank you.” She shakes the ice pack out of the towel and carries them both into the kitchen area, putting the ice pack back into the freezer before hanging up the towel.
Whatever he might have said about his good Samaritan moment—probably something like Scott would have, and probably he would have brought cookies too—is derailed by the fact that she’s kissed him, even if on the cheek. Stiles ends up blinking too rapidly and too often at Summer’s back as she goes to the kitchen, but he does at least find his voice a few moments later, tugging at the ends of his fingers like that might settle him. “I…you’re welcome, it was no big. Do…you go to the high school, too, then, ‘cause I don’t remember seeing you around?”
“No, I’m a college student. I moved out here a couple years ago for Beacon Hills’ Creative Writing degree; it’s one of the best in the country and I have family down in San Josr anyway.” Summer gives Stiles a wry smile. “So no, you wouldn’t’ve seen me around. You were just a little busy the only time I’ve been at the high school.” She peers at him as she sits back down. “You okay? You look a little flushed all of a sudden.”