Summer snorts and giggles. “I mean, first cousins, second cousins, what?” She gestures with a finger. “It can’t be your moms were sisters, because you have the same last name.”
“So … what’s your type, Martin?”
”I just told you or weren’t you listening,
my type is female.
And actually, my mom was his dad’s sister.”
”She kept her name,” Isaac added.
”Don’t beat around the bush, cuz.
My dad was a deadbeat so I took my mom’s name.”Martin wasn’t the least bit bothered by that fact either, he’d rather not have a dad than have one that was a drunk asshole.
She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it sharply and obviously chooses to say something else.
“/Female/ is very … open. Tall, short? Curvy, thin? Smart, sassy, witty, shy? Or is it ‘female’ because you don’t have any experiences to narrow it down with?” Needling Martin is really amusing, actually.