“Summer! Summer, what?” He asked, matching her tone. He grinned, to make it known that he was teasing.
“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.”
Stiles narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment. “… Does he happen to have a tendency to wear scarves and cardigans when it’s not actually cold out?”
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 … “