“I know who you are,” she said softly, like she’s been watching for a long time. “I’m Summer.” She took his hand, one swift clasp, and let go again. “So, um. Valentine’s date. Something in particular you need a date for?”
“Summer,” he repeated. “Well, there’s this party…you’re not against parties, are you? You’re not supposed to go alone…or at least I assume since it’s a Valentine’s party? I’ve never been to one.”
“I’m not against parties,” she agreed. “I wouldn’t know about going alone or not, since I’ve never been to one either. You … want me to go with you?” Her smile was wry. “Wouldn’t you usually ask someone you’re dating?”