“Spring’s coming,” she says comfortably. “I’m sorry you’re bored, though. You can sit down and talk to me if you want.” She pats the concrete step beside her.
“Thank God.” Tommy chuckles and sits next to her. He looks around, resting his arms on his legs. “Hm, where do we start? I guess I should ask you where you’re from.”
Summer pushes a loose strand of red hair out of her eyes, smiling. “Well, I was born in the south, and I pretty much stayed in North Carolina until I graduated college, and then I came to New York City. I’ve been here since then. Ten years, wow.”