Summer damn near shrieked when someone spoke unexpectedly behind her. She wasn’t normally startled so easily. Then again, she didn’t normally spend the better part of five minutes staring at architecture and daydreaming about the designer, either.
She whipped around, one hand pressed over her heart involuntarily.
And there was nothing at all normal about the man standing behind her, clutching a coffee from down the street. “Mr Stark!”
He smiled at her and the reaction she had given, “I believe that’s my name.” Tony looked her over, taking a sip of the coffee. She was pretty. Very pretty, actually. His lips were brought away from the travel cup. “Do you need something, Ms..?” He trailed off in question, not having her name.
“Summer. Summer Rainault,” she said automatically. “I, uh, no. Maybe.” She hoped he couldn’t see her face heat in the dim light. “I was just looking at your Tower. It’s really,” she twisted, to look back up it, “amazing.” Before she let herself think too hard about it, she blurted, “Do you think I could go inside it? Just for a minute?”
He smirked at her question. “I don’t see why not, Ms. Rainault. If you’d just follow me, I’ll be glad to give you the grand tour.” Tony nodded and motioned for Summer to follow as he made his way through the Tower doors.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Please don’t call me that. That’s my sister. Just Summer is fine.” Following him inside, she gazed around, taking in everything. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed, a wide smile on her face.