“No!… god, why am I so /stupid/ sometimes.” Summer turned around and pounded her head gently on the railing for a moment. Then she cautiously followed Tony inside. “I’m … sorry. I didn’t mean to hit a sore spot. Please?”
Tony finished pouring the drink and took a big swig of it before responding. “It’s not your fault,” he mumbled before taking another sip. He set the now-empty glass down on the counter and glared at the girl. He was angry at himself more than anything for opening up to her as much as he did. “So…tour?”
“Kaaaaay … ” Summer hesitated. “I didn’t … I mean … I … ” She pressed her lips together. “You’re angry now. You’re thinking, you didn’t mean to tell me all that. You … you didn’t. I guessed, because of your emotions. Please don’t be angry.”