“It’s the smile. It’s the freckles, the way you hold yourself, your voice, your eyes, your mouth, your hands — sorry.” She’s flushed and hiding behind her hands now. “I’ll just — ” Gesturing behind her, like she means to leave.
“Wait, no! Uh-” He ran his hand through his hair and shifted his weight before sticking out his hand as to shake hers. “I’m Stiles. You don’t have to go anywhere…unless you want to, but, you know, it’s cool.”
“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?”