She trailed obediently behind him, huddling her hood up around her ears. The building was huge, not at all what she expected — but she wasn’t sure what she expected. She stuck very close to him as they went inside. Up the elevator. To the top? And then he pulled open the great metal door, and she stared at the huge window that met her eyes.
Derek waited for her to follow him inside before he shut the door behind her. His eyes looked to where she was staring, shrugging a little. “That window has been broken more times than I can count.” He went over to the kitchen and opened his fridge. “So, what do you want to eat?”
Summer had to peel herself away from the window to answer his question — it wasn’t like she could call over her shoulder to him. Ducking in beside him, she peered into the fridge, and swallowed hard. So many good things to eat. She gave Derek a questioning glance, and picked up an apple. She wanted to ask him something, many things, but here — it wasn’t as easy. Stepping back, she spotted a pad near the fridge and held it up to him.