Don stared at Summer standing in the dim hallway, her hand still raised mid-knock as though frozen by indecision.
For a moment, she seemed rooted in place, her soft blue eyes wide with uncertainty. Then she quickly lowered her hand and took a half-step back.
"H-Hi…" she whispered, her voice low and trailing off as she clasped her hands nervously in front of her, avoiding his gaze like the floor was suddenly the most interesting thing she'd ever seen.
Don raised a brow. 'What the hell's this about?' he thought. Summer, usually fiery and full of bite, looked… timid? His mind flicked back to their tense exchange the night before. 'Don't tell me she woke me up at four in the damn morning just to apologize…'
He let out a slow breath, suppressing the urge to groan. Deciding not to assume, he responded flatly, "Hey."
