“Is that — ” Summer clears her throat and tries again. “Is that what’s happening here?” She looks down at his arm linked with hers, then back up at his face. “I’ll be honest, I have no idea what is going on here.”
“I’m attempting to woo you,” he answers honestly, meeting her eyes over his frames. “I want to try and have a relationship with you, Summer. If you don’t want that, then I won’t push and we can just go out to dinner as good friends. What do you want?”
She closes her mouth, which had fallen open, looking slightly stunned. “No. I mean, yes. I mean — yes, I want to try to have a relationship with you.” She shook her head a little, sharply. She’d been convinced he didn’t like her that way. “Where are we going again?”