Opening the door to the garage, Don found Summer already waiting for him impatiently by the lead container. She had her arms crossed over her chest and her head slightly tilted. "Could you walk any slower?" she asked in a sarcastic tone, furrowing her eyebrows.
Don casually approached her, giving a light shrug as he smiled and responded, "Well, I'm in no particular rush, so why should I bother?"
Summer simply huffed irritably before snapping her attention to the lead container. "I wonder if this time it's a busty gardener," she muttered.
Don moved to stand beside her, ready to open the container. "Well, I wouldn't mind," he teased.
Summer gave him a suspicious look from the corner of her eye and said, "You better not have done perverted stuff with Winter while you were out."
