“Summer! Summer, what?” He asked, matching her tone. He grinned, to make it known that he was teasing.
She blinked. “Um. I don’t know? I only met him the other day, and he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt then. You probably do know him, actually — he plays lacrosse? His name is Isaac.” She smiled again. “He’s so nice … “
Stiles sighed dramatically. “Yep. Isaac Lahey. I know him,” he said, shaking his head and scratching his cheek. “Well… at least you think so. That’s what counts.”
“But I — I don’t know— how long should I wait before I call him? I don’t want to scare him off.” Summer twisted her hands together.
“Summer! Summer, what?” He asked, matching her tone. He grinned, to make it known that he was teasing.
“He’s tall,” she said dreamily, “with light curly hair and blue eyes — his eyes are so sad, Stiles — and lovely long fingers. Helios found him.”
Stiles narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment. “… Does he happen to have a tendency to wear scarves and cardigans when it’s not actually cold out?”
She blinked. “Um. I don’t know? I only met him the other day, and he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt then. You probably do know him, actually — he plays lacrosse? His name is Isaac.” She smiled again. “He’s so nice … “
