“Key word there is ‘let’, hon. You can take me out to dinner one day if it makes you feel better.” Summer dropped into the empty chair with boneless ease, peeling the cap off the apple juice. “Is it okay to ask how you’re adjusting to our time? I think you’re the closest thing to a real time traveller I’ve ever seen.”
“Maybe I will.” Steve smiled and took a small bite out of his muffin, taking his time so as to enjoy it longer. “It’s totally fine.” he added after swallowing, “I get asked that a lot, and I can understand why. Well, it sure is different, but overall I’m slowly settling in. Don’t tell anyone though, but I had to read an instruction manual on how to use the Internet…”
She threw her head back and laughed. “My mother still calls me up to tell her how to use her computer. You are definitely not alone in that. There’s folks physically younger than you that have trouble with it.” Reaching out, Summer patted Steve’s hand. “You don’t have to let me ask all the questions, either.”