“So, um … is your knee feeling better?” Without the book in her hands, Summer doesn’t know what to do with them. She doesn’t want this unexpected encounter to end, but she’s not sure how to prolong it any farther, either.
“Uh…yeah. It’s…much better, thanks for the ice. Like I said, I bruise all the time. Not a huge deal.” Stiles tries to give Summer a reassuring smile, but it comes off as looking like he isn’t quite sure what to do with himself either. Granted, he always looks like that.
How do you even respond to that? The silence is awkward and uncomfortable, and she has no idea what to say now. She’s always been bad at light conversation — mostly because she knows she sounds awkward and she hates that. She’d rather be quiet than draw disapproval. She fidgets with her hands for a minute before forcing them to lie still in her lap.