#sloaneve

     for a minute he looks like those words were the most life changing words he had ever heard.    most of the time he’s unaware of his surroundings  ,  in the sense that there is something bigger than him that may not like him.    it doesn’t bother him for long because he figures this will fix every confrontation.

     summer’s interest is an easy thing to pique, and it’s something sloan manages it before she can even open her mouth. (before summer enters the shop, really.) politely, summer rests her weight at the palm of her hands, set against the edge of the counter instead of balanced across it all the way up to her elbows. ‘ weird shop. ’ is the extent of her opening line, but there’s nothing unkind in the way she says it. rather, summer offers it up with familiarity, a cognate explanation gone unsaid in the way she smiles at her. 

     ‘ right -- and who’s the damsel in this scenario? ’     the edge of a smile begins to crease her cheek, a gleam settling itself into the stare she fixes sloan with. ‘ is it you? ’ she’s not flirting. but she’s not ... not flirting. it’s better than the alternative (no one likes the gory details of an expedition, no matter what they try to tell you), though. it’s certainly more fun.