“Summer! Summer, what?” He asked, matching her tone. He grinned, to make it known that he was teasing.
She blinked. “Um. I don’t know? I only met him the other day, and he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt then. You probably do know him, actually — he plays lacrosse? His name is Isaac.” She smiled again. “He’s so nice … “
Stiles sighed dramatically. “Yep. Isaac Lahey. I know him,” he said, shaking his head and scratching his cheek. “Well… at least you think so. That’s what counts.”
“But I — I don’t know— how long should I wait before I call him? I don’t want to scare him off.” Summer twisted her hands together.