Don didn't let the awkward silence settle for long. He could feel the atmosphere shifting, and he knew if they didn't keep talking, things might get even weirder.
So, he decided to change the subject—though, in hindsight, he wasn't sure if this was the best direction to take.
"So, how come you're not out with a boyfriend like most girls your age?" Don asked, trying to keep his tone casual as he picked up another piece of chicken.
Summer froze mid-bite, her fork hovering just inches from her mouth. Her eyes flickered with hesitation, and instead of answering, she deflected. "Why are you asking me that?"
Don shrugged, acting nonchalant. "Just curious. I mean, as much of a pain in the ass as you are, you're not ugly or anything. So, I'm wondering why."
Summer narrowed her eyes at him, clearly not amused by his choice of words. "Not ugly? Seriously? I'm hot, Donnie. Incredibly so."
