[ summer rainault ]
She jerked at the sound, a harsh involuntary startle that knocked over her cup, spreading ice and faintly soda laced water across the table. “Fuck,” she snapped, equally involuntarily, and grabbed for the paper cup, sending several bits of ice skittering across to land in his lap.
”Ah!”
Jolted into paying attention by the sudden cool sensation
on his thighs and the obvious mess that had become the
table, the word left his mouth almost as a hiss. He was not
at all happy with the situation, and he had good reason to
be. He held the book aloft with one hand to keep it out of
the spilled liquid’s reach and quickly removed the cubes
of ice from where they had begun to melt into his jeans.
Once they had been placed on the table, he too reached
for the napkins, hoping to speed up the cleaning process.
One of the employees must have seen the commotion and
with three people sopping up the mess, it was gone relatively
quickly. That was when Isaac glanced down to see what
remained of his meal had become far less appetizing as
a result of droplets of her drink pooling around it.”—so much for that.”
Summer dropped back down into the seat, put her head down on the table, and just gave up. There was a piece of ice melting under her ass, she could feel it; she was wet in random spots; and she’d just managed to look a complete fool in front of someone who still hated her.
“Can you laugh at me or something?” she mumbled. “I don’t even know how to /be/ around you or anything.” She lifted her head up to look at him, and a trickle of cold water ran down her nose. It took about two seconds of crossing her eyes upward to discover that a piece of ice had frozen itself to her hair.