“There’s a couch back here that’s practically got my name on it this semester,” she told him, carefully picking up her chocolate. “How about geek? I like geek. I’m a renaissance geek.”
Tony grabbed his coffee off the counter and took a sip. “Well lead the way geek.” He laughed following behind her.
Summer sprawled herself into half the couch, back to the armrest and knee bent up across the cushion. Her bookbag thunked to the floor and she blew over the top of her hot chocolate. “Still think you’re irresistible, nerd boy?”
“I thought we already covered the fact that I know that I’m irresistible,” Tony laughed carefully sitting on the couch so as to not spill his coffee. “So you study here a lot or something?”
“Three english courses and two philosophy courses means a lot of reading. This is a really nice place to do it.” Holding her cup in one hand, Summer leaned her chin on the other hand, elbow on her knee. “What’s supposed to make you so irresistable?”
“What? I’m serious!” Tony laughed. “You know I’m an asshole so why even try to deny it.” He gave Summer a playful push on the shoulder. “No one has laughed that hard at that particular joke in a long time.”
“You’re not an asshole, Tony, you’re just full of shit,” she teased. Fishing in her back pocket, she pulled out a five and passed it over the counter. “Get your coffee, nerd.”
“Nerd is an offensive term.” he laughed, “We prefer scientifically proficient.” He told the cashier his order and handed her his debit card. “Awesome. Now where you wanna sit?”
“There’s a couch back here that’s practically got my name on it this semester,” she told him, carefully picking up her chocolate. “How about geek? I like geek. I’m a renaissance geek.”
Tony grabbed his coffee off the counter and took a sip. “Well lead the way geek.” He laughed following behind her.
Summer sprawled herself into half the couch, back to the armrest and knee bent up across the cushion. Her bookbag thunked to the floor and she blew over the top of her hot chocolate. “Still think you’re irresistible, nerd boy?”
“What? I’m serious!” Tony laughed. “You know I’m an asshole so why even try to deny it.” He gave Summer a playful push on the shoulder. “No one has laughed that hard at that particular joke in a long time.”
“You’re not an asshole, Tony, you’re just full of shit,” she teased. Fishing in her back pocket, she pulled out a five and passed it over the counter. “Get your coffee, nerd.”
“Nerd is an offensive term.” he laughed, “We prefer scientifically proficient.” He told the cashier his order and handed her his debit card. “Awesome. Now where you wanna sit?”
“There’s a couch back here that’s practically got my name on it this semester,” she told him, carefully picking up her chocolate. “How about geek? I like geek. I’m a renaissance geek.”
“You’re what I needed for that fucking Intro to Physics class. Ugh. The muffins are amazing. I’m having hot chocolate. SUGAR!”
“I think I’ll pass on the hot chocolate.” Tony smiled. “I like my coffee like my heart. Black and bitter.” He laughed.
Summer laughed so hard she choked. “That is /such/ a lie,” she finally managed, trying to smother her giggles in her hand. “Try again, Tony.”
“What? I’m serious!” Tony laughed. “You know I’m an asshole so why even try to deny it.” He gave Summer a playful push on the shoulder. “No one has laughed that hard at that particular joke in a long time.”
“You’re not an asshole, Tony, you’re just full of shit,” she teased. Fishing in her back pocket, she pulled out a five and passed it over the counter. “Get your coffee, nerd.”
“I’m from North Carolina.” She exaggerated her southern accent into a soft drawl. “We lived in Tennessee when I was small, though. I’m majoring in English with a minor in Philosophy — kind of by accident.” Shifting her shoulder under the bag, she added, “I do swim, but after one season I decided I’d rather focus on my schoolwork.” Summer eyed Tony up and down. “Are you even old enough to drink?”
“Am I old enough to drink? Yes. Am I old enough to drink legally? That’s an entirely different question,” he grinned. “Philosophy huh?” He scratched his head. “So you like to think about stuff and things like that?”
“I just end up thinking about a lot of things,” she said, self-deprecating. “Honestly, I didn’t mean to, I just picked up some classes that looked interesting to fill out my schedule and then my advisor pointed out that if I took the two basic philo classes I’d have a minor. I’ll pick those up when they stop conflicting with my writing classes.”
“I’m more of a science kid myself,” Tony said. “Engineering mostly. Biology bores the shit out of me.” He laughed, scratching his head. “Like who cares how cells work? As long as mine are alive and well and doing what they’re supposed to be doing I don’t care.”
“Eeeeh.” Summer opened the door to the coffee shop, flicking a salute to the girl behind the counter. “I like science a lot, but the math is overwhelming. I mean, okay, algebra is pretty simple, but eventually you get to a lot of rules that just aren’t that intuitive, and I’d /much/ rather work in concepts and leave the math to someone else.”
“I’m like the exact opposite.” Tony smiled. “I hate concepts; I like fact. I like things to be they way they are: no ifs ands or buts.” He laughed looking at the menu behind the counter. “So what’s good here?”
“You’re what I needed for that fucking Intro to Physics class. Ugh. The muffins are amazing. I’m having hot chocolate. SUGAR!”
“I think I’ll pass on the hot chocolate.” Tony smiled. “I like my coffee like my heart. Black and bitter.” He laughed.
Summer laughed so hard she choked. “That is /such/ a lie,” she finally managed, trying to smother her giggles in her hand. “Try again, Tony.”
“I’m from North Carolina.” She exaggerated her southern accent into a soft drawl. “We lived in Tennessee when I was small, though. I’m majoring in English with a minor in Philosophy — kind of by accident.” Shifting her shoulder under the bag, she added, “I do swim, but after one season I decided I’d rather focus on my schoolwork.” Summer eyed Tony up and down. “Are you even old enough to drink?”
“Am I old enough to drink? Yes. Am I old enough to drink legally? That’s an entirely different question,” he grinned. “Philosophy huh?” He scratched his head. “So you like to think about stuff and things like that?”
“I just end up thinking about a lot of things,” she said, self-deprecating. “Honestly, I didn’t mean to, I just picked up some classes that looked interesting to fill out my schedule and then my advisor pointed out that if I took the two basic philo classes I’d have a minor. I’ll pick those up when they stop conflicting with my writing classes.”
“I’m more of a science kid myself,” Tony said. “Engineering mostly. Biology bores the shit out of me.” He laughed, scratching his head. “Like who cares how cells work? As long as mine are alive and well and doing what they’re supposed to be doing I don’t care.”
“Eeeeh.” Summer opened the door to the coffee shop, flicking a salute to the girl behind the counter. “I like science a lot, but the math is overwhelming. I mean, okay, algebra is pretty simple, but eventually you get to a lot of rules that just aren’t that intuitive, and I’d /much/ rather work in concepts and leave the math to someone else.”
“I’m like the exact opposite.” Tony smiled. “I hate concepts; I like fact. I like things to be they way they are: no ifs ands or buts.” He laughed looking at the menu behind the counter. “So what’s good here?”
“You’re what I needed for that fucking Intro to Physics class. Ugh. The muffins are amazing. I’m having hot chocolate. SUGAR!”
“I’m from North Carolina.” She exaggerated her southern accent into a soft drawl. “We lived in Tennessee when I was small, though. I’m majoring in English with a minor in Philosophy — kind of by accident.” Shifting her shoulder under the bag, she added, “I do swim, but after one season I decided I’d rather focus on my schoolwork.” Summer eyed Tony up and down. “Are you even old enough to drink?”
“Am I old enough to drink? Yes. Am I old enough to drink legally? That’s an entirely different question,” he grinned. “Philosophy huh?” He scratched his head. “So you like to think about stuff and things like that?”
“I just end up thinking about a lot of things,” she said, self-deprecating. “Honestly, I didn’t mean to, I just picked up some classes that looked interesting to fill out my schedule and then my advisor pointed out that if I took the two basic philo classes I’d have a minor. I’ll pick those up when they stop conflicting with my writing classes.”
“I’m more of a science kid myself,” Tony said. “Engineering mostly. Biology bores the shit out of me.” He laughed, scratching his head. “Like who cares how cells work? As long as mine are alive and well and doing what they’re supposed to be doing I don’t care.”
“Eeeeh.” Summer opened the door to the coffee shop, flicking a salute to the girl behind the counter. “I like science a lot, but the math is overwhelming. I mean, okay, algebra is pretty simple, but eventually you get to a lot of rules that just aren’t that intuitive, and I’d /much/ rather work in concepts and leave the math to someone else.”
“Wherever you wanna take me, I’m not picky.” Tony shrugged. “I’d be fine with Starbucks or whatever. Wherever you wanna go.”
Summer sneered. “At least, if you have to drink coffee, let’s go somewhere with /good/ coffee. The campus coffee shop is better than that stuff. And I like supporting small business.” She set off along the path, jerking her head for Tony to follow her. “Let’s ask the stupid questions first.” She switched to a singsong kind of voice. “Where are you from? What are you studying? Do you play any sports?”
“I like Starbucks.” Tony mumbled. “Whatever lead the way,” he said rolling his eyes. “Uh let’s see I’ve lived in New York my entire life, Engineering major, As far as sports go…” he scratched his head. “I play some basketball occasionally. Not really anything else though. Unless you count drinking as a sport.” He laughed. “What about you?”
“I’m from North Carolina.” She exaggerated her southern accent into a soft drawl. “We lived in Tennessee when I was small, though. I’m majoring in English with a minor in Philosophy — kind of by accident.” Shifting her shoulder under the bag, she added, “I do swim, but after one season I decided I’d rather focus on my schoolwork.” Summer eyed Tony up and down. “Are you even old enough to drink?”
“Am I old enough to drink? Yes. Am I old enough to drink legally? That’s an entirely different question,” he grinned. “Philosophy huh?” He scratched his head. “So you like to think about stuff and things like that?”
“I just end up thinking about a lot of things,” she said, self-deprecating. “Honestly, I didn’t mean to, I just picked up some classes that looked interesting to fill out my schedule and then my advisor pointed out that if I took the two basic philo classes I’d have a minor. I’ll pick those up when they stop conflicting with my writing classes.”
“Wherever you wanna take me, I’m not picky.” Tony shrugged. “I’d be fine with Starbucks or whatever. Wherever you wanna go.”
Summer sneered. “At least, if you have to drink coffee, let’s go somewhere with /good/ coffee. The campus coffee shop is better than that stuff. And I like supporting small business.” She set off along the path, jerking her head for Tony to follow her. “Let’s ask the stupid questions first.” She switched to a singsong kind of voice. “Where are you from? What are you studying? Do you play any sports?”
“I like Starbucks.” Tony mumbled. “Whatever lead the way,” he said rolling his eyes. “Uh let’s see I’ve lived in New York my entire life, Engineering major, As far as sports go…” he scratched his head. “I play some basketball occasionally. Not really anything else though. Unless you count drinking as a sport.” He laughed. “What about you?”
“I’m from North Carolina.” She exaggerated her southern accent into a soft drawl. “We lived in Tennessee when I was small, though. I’m majoring in English with a minor in Philosophy — kind of by accident.” Shifting her shoulder under the bag, she added, “I do swim, but after one season I decided I’d rather focus on my schoolwork.” Summer eyed Tony up and down. “Are you even old enough to drink?”
”I wish caffeine worked on me,” she confessed, kneeling to scoop books back into her bag and reorganise all the bits that had fallen out. “I’m a night owl anyway, but every so often I get four papers due at once and it’s just awkward.”
“I think I would actually die if caffeine didn’t work for me. I don’t sleep often. I’ve got better shit to do ya know?” he shrugged. “I’m just one of those I’ll sleep when I’m dead kinda people.”
“I don’t sleep a lot either, but it’s got nothing to do with caffeine; my brain just won’t shut off.” As a precaution, she zipped the bag shut this time, and stood up, brushing off her knees. “It’s not even that I have a lot to do, even. Having more to do would be a nice change, I think. Which coffee place?”
“Wherever you wanna take me, I’m not picky.” Tony shrugged. “I’d be fine with Starbucks or whatever. Wherever you wanna go.”
Summer sneered. “At least, if you have to drink coffee, let’s go somewhere with /good/ coffee. The campus coffee shop is better than that stuff. And I like supporting small business.” She set off along the path, jerking her head for Tony to follow her. “Let’s ask the stupid questions first.” She switched to a singsong kind of voice. “Where are you from? What are you studying? Do you play any sports?”
