*Summer*

“What's your name ?” He asks, his voice low and deep in the surprising quiet of the car, calling forth all manner of secrets.

I nearly laugh, only then realizing that we have never been properly introduced. I shouldn't have even spoken to him, much less clambered into a car with him. Unexpectedly, I am hit with an unwelcome feeling I am not the first girl to do so. “Miss Summer”.

“Fancy name”. He mumbles.

“I'm a fancy one. What's your name ?” I ask back.

He looks at the road. “Dion”.

I suspect he is far too complex for so simple a name. “What's your surname ?”

“Tempest"....