That startled a laugh out of her, and a more genuine smile. “What does a wallflower look like? I’m not hiding, I’m — ” lying. She was hiding. A little. And he was drunk, and this was a dream.
“Not hiding, just not making yourself known, right?” he said, laughing at her blush. She was a sweet little thing. Cute, and a definite wallflower.
“And a wallflower is someone very beautiful who covers herself in shadows so no one else can see their sunshine smile.”
“Oh, then I’m definitely not a wallflower. I’m not beautiful.” She hid behind her drink, taking a sip. “You don’t even know who I am, Mr Storm.”
“I though your name was Not-Beautiful, gorgeous,” he said cheekily, “I’m sure everything else about you can be discussed over a drink or two?”
Summer blinked at him, then at the glass she was holding. “What, the drinks here aren’t good enough?” She raised it to him. “Or this is you trying to get me drunk?”