Summer wasn’t completely sure how her twin had managed to convince her to come back to Beacon Hills. There were just too many people she wasn’t sure she could face there, and since school hadn’t started there really wasn’t much need — but Winter had insisted. And despite persistent perceptions about the red-headed twin, if Winter put her foot down, Summer acquiesced.
She spent a lot of her time buried in books, though. Even when Winter chased her out of the apartment, Summer just took her book with her, reading as she walked, or ate, or sat. It mostly kept people from talking to her, and her from noticing people. She wasn’t ready to notice people yet.
Annoyingly, today, her favourite little diner was absurdly busy — to the point where all the tables seemed to be occupied by noisy families or couples or businessmen in earnest groups. She glanced around, tray in hand, and spotted a few half-empty tables. Surely it would be okay for her to share a table with someone, just today. She navigated to the nearest one, set down the tray to give her wrist some relief, and mumbled, “Sorry, it’s so busy, can I just share your table?”