“Summer! Summer, what?” He asked, matching her tone. He grinned, to make it known that he was teasing.
“I — I met someone and I need — how long should I wait before I call him?”
“Wait. What’s his name? What does he look like? When did you meet him?”
“He’s tall,” she said dreamily, “with light curly hair and blue eyes — his eyes are so sad, Stiles — and lovely long fingers. Helios found him.”