Summer wasn’t actually sure which window was Stiles’ or if he would even be looking out to see her putting the roof back on the car. It would be different if she was just going to be right there; then she’d leave it off for the heat. But leaving her car somewhere, with the roof off, and going off elsewhere herself — well, the del Sol wasn’t worth much, but it was still her baby. Closing the trunk lid, she dusted off her hands and went up the driveway to knock on the door.
The telescope, as it so happens, has a carrying case. Stiles is at the door only a few moments after Summer has knocked on it, be-hoodied despite the fact that it’s actually summer and the warmth of the setting sun hasn’t quite bled away. The carrying case is slung over one shoulder and despite the fact that they were just talking on texts, Stiles almost seems surprised to see Summer. “—hey! Uh. Are we…are we ready? Do we need like snacks or something? I had some I hid from my Dad…”
Summer’s eyebrows slowly climb as she takes him in. “We’ll probably want a blanket. To lie on. I don’t know how hungry you get … bring the snacks anyway? If we don’t eat them you can just hide them again.” She swats at what she thinks is a bug but turns out to be the end of her braid, dangling at the backs of her knees. “And bug spray.” She reaches out to take the case from him.