“So,” he said with a grin, a handful of flowers from Romania in his hands, “How about we go out for dinner?”
It’s a surprise. She’d thought they were just going to stick with, well, friends with benefits. But being asked out was nice too.
“Yes, of course.”
“Don’t get used to it,” he said, looking at her with a sigh, “I just felt bad you had to deal with me getting shot.”
“Mhmm,” Summer replied, sceptically. She refrained from calling him on the lie, merely arching an eyebrow at him. “So you want to go now, or is this planning for a future date?”