“Sweet, but the answer is no one. Hi, Isaac.”
“Don’t underestimate me. I am cheering you up, just in my own way. And no thank you…”
“Dude, football players can’t carry me, let alone a skinny thing like you. So you go right on being like that. Just don’t be surprised when I smack you.”
“Tch, like I said don’t underestimate me. Looks can be deceiving, I’m not such a ‘skinny thing’ under these clothes. Keep acting like this and no ice cream.” Isaac sneered and flicked her on the forehead.
“I don’t believe you. You can’t pick me up unless I want you to.” Summer snatched at his finger and frowned. “I think I liked the approach you started with better.”
“You never believe me.” Isaac pretended to pout. “How about we jog there, you can run right or is that something girls don’t do?” he teased her.
“I can run. You’ll still beat me, but I can run.” Summer pulled her mini-backpack across both shoulders and started into a jog. “You’re still a skinny thing until I see different.”