“Please, call me Tony. Mr. Stark was my father.” He smiled boyishly and offered his hand to her.
Summer shook it with a quick grip. “Alright, Tony.” She couldn’t help but answer his smile. “And how are you today?”
“Please, call me Tony. Mr. Stark was my father.” He smiled boyishly and offered his hand to her.
Summer shook it with a quick grip. “Alright, Tony.” She couldn’t help but answer his smile. “And how are you today?”