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“There’s a couch back here that’s practically got my name on it this semester,” she told him, carefully picking up her chocolate. “How about geek? I like geek. I’m a renaissance geek.”

Tony grabbed his coffee off the counter and took a sip. “Well lead the way geek.” He laughed following behind her.

Summer sprawled herself into half the couch, back to the armrest and knee bent up across the cushion. Her bookbag thunked to the floor and she blew over the top of her hot chocolate. “Still think you’re irresistible, nerd boy?”

“I thought we already covered the fact that I know that I’m irresistible,” Tony laughed carefully sitting on the couch so as to not spill his coffee. “So you study here a lot or something?”

“Three english courses and two philosophy courses means a lot of reading. This is a really nice place to do it.” Holding her cup in one hand, Summer leaned her chin on the other hand, elbow on her knee. “What’s supposed to make you so irresistible?”

“Pretty much everything.” Tony laughed. “I have a great body, awesome hair, I’m devilishly handsome. And I have a winning personality.” He slid his fingers through his hair. “I’m kind of amazing.” 

Summer had to bite her lips not to laugh at him again. She forced her face to hold a serious expression. “I have awesome hair too,” she pointed out. “I’m still not sure I understand what I’m supposed to be not resisting here.” She let her green eyes go big and innocent at Tony.