Mr. Big Important Cop, striding along like he's on one of those airport moving carpets. Well, watch this: she can keep up. In heels, and talking just as fast.
"Thousand," she says. Bargainer's first rule: Never begin with the price you want. "And a dinner at a nice restaurant."
"Five hundred and pizza." Go figure. He probably doesn't own any clothes better than those he's currently wearing, but that doesn't concern her.
"Six hundred, no mushrooms." She just has to throw that in to see his reaction.
"Deal." He almost smiles. Gotcha. She would have taken it, mushrooms or no mushrooms, but he's not one to be picky. Unless there's pineapple involved. But she doesn't know that yet. (She will.)
"I hate mushrooms," she sighs delicately, triumphant, swiveling around to look at Wayne as if for backup, knowing what she's going to see: embarrassment and a hurried need to look away. He wasn't doing any work, just looking at her, but she doesn't smirk in his face for it—because he's too damn easy.
Cho, on the other hand, Cho is difficult. And difficult is fun.
Summer knows she's going to enjoy every last bite of that greasy, godawful pizza.