Picante
"I'm going to get us some salsa," Summer says as she stands up from the table.
"Okay," Marissa replies.
Summer turns, only to be face-to-face with Seth. "Hi, Summer," he greets. She doesn't respond, just rests her hands on her hips, looking at him. "Seth Cohen," he informs her, waiting for her to say something, anything.
"Could you give me a hand?" she asks. He gives her a questioning look. She points her thumb towards the salsa table. "Over here." She lets out a small chuckle.
Seth leans his skateboard against the wooden railing next to Ryan, whom he gives a dude-Summer-needs-a-hand-and-she-asked-me-to-give-it-to-her look. He follows Summer, and Ryan sits down to talk to Marissa.
Once at the table, Seth comments on Summer's salsa choices. "Two salsa verdes, aggressive. Pico de gallo, that's a classic. Holy jalapeno, somebody came to play."
Summer doesn't even seem to hear him, but instead starts to complain. "Ew." She gives the table a quick look-over. "Are there any napkins?"
Seth looks around the small table. If there were any napkins there, they'd be in plain view, he thinks, but he doesn't want to tell her that. "No." He shakes his head as if to reinforce his answer.
She looks at him, as if contemplating something. "Lick it," she says, sticking her pinkie towards his face.
"What?"
"I just got my nails done," she explains. "It'll ruin the polish."
"You lick it." Wait; did Seth just turn down the chance to lick Summer?
"I don't like picante. It's for Marissa," she says, giving him a little shrug.
Seth has a look of uncomfortable weariness on his face, but, after a short pause, he quickly and awkwardly sucks the sauce off from Summer's pinkie. "Mmm," he says.
"Thanks," she tells him.
"It's good," he informs.
"Now," she says, chuckling again, "aren't you going to invite me to your grandpa's party?"
Seth gives her a surprised look. This was Summer Roberts. Wanting to go with him, on a date - or, at least, a datish-type scenario. "I'm sorry Summer, can you please repeat that?"
"Your grandpa's having this awesome party," she says, matter-of- factly. "It's at your house. And... I thought we were friends."
"Wait a second. Do you want me to ask you because you want to go with me, or just 'cause you want to go?" Summer tilts her head, giving him a boredish look. For crying out loud, Seth, it's Summer. Don't question it, just say yes. "Fair enough, I'll see you at eight."
They walk back towards the table, where Seth helps Summer set the salsas down. Ryan is a few feet away, looking very much ready to go. "Bye," Seth says, grabbing his board and hurrying to meet Ryan.
"Gross, Seth gave me your picante by mistake," Marissa says, handing the container of green sauce to Summer. Summer loves picante.
End
"I'm going to get us some salsa," Summer says as she stands up from the table.
"Okay," Marissa replies.
Summer turns, only to be face-to-face with Seth. "Hi, Summer," he greets. She doesn't respond, just rests her hands on her hips, looking at him. "Seth Cohen," he informs her, waiting for her to say something, anything.
"Could you give me a hand?" she asks. He gives her a questioning look. She points her thumb towards the salsa table. "Over here." She lets out a small chuckle.
Seth leans his skateboard against the wooden railing next to Ryan, whom he gives a dude-Summer-needs-a-hand-and-she-asked-me-to-give-it-to-her look. He follows Summer, and Ryan sits down to talk to Marissa.
Once at the table, Seth comments on Summer's salsa choices. "Two salsa verdes, aggressive. Pico de gallo, that's a classic. Holy jalapeno, somebody came to play."
Summer doesn't even seem to hear him, but instead starts to complain. "Ew." She gives the table a quick look-over. "Are there any napkins?"
Seth looks around the small table. If there were any napkins there, they'd be in plain view, he thinks, but he doesn't want to tell her that. "No." He shakes his head as if to reinforce his answer.
She looks at him, as if contemplating something. "Lick it," she says, sticking her pinkie towards his face.
"What?"
"I just got my nails done," she explains. "It'll ruin the polish."
"You lick it." Wait; did Seth just turn down the chance to lick Summer?
"I don't like picante. It's for Marissa," she says, giving him a little shrug.
Seth has a look of uncomfortable weariness on his face, but, after a short pause, he quickly and awkwardly sucks the sauce off from Summer's pinkie. "Mmm," he says.
"Thanks," she tells him.
"It's good," he informs.
"Now," she says, chuckling again, "aren't you going to invite me to your grandpa's party?"
Seth gives her a surprised look. This was Summer Roberts. Wanting to go with him, on a date - or, at least, a datish-type scenario. "I'm sorry Summer, can you please repeat that?"
"Your grandpa's having this awesome party," she says, matter-of- factly. "It's at your house. And... I thought we were friends."
"Wait a second. Do you want me to ask you because you want to go with me, or just 'cause you want to go?" Summer tilts her head, giving him a boredish look. For crying out loud, Seth, it's Summer. Don't question it, just say yes. "Fair enough, I'll see you at eight."
They walk back towards the table, where Seth helps Summer set the salsas down. Ryan is a few feet away, looking very much ready to go. "Bye," Seth says, grabbing his board and hurrying to meet Ryan.
"Gross, Seth gave me your picante by mistake," Marissa says, handing the container of green sauce to Summer. Summer loves picante.
End
