Summer wanted to be around him in some selfish way even if it hurt to know he didn't know her. She closed the door behind him before leading the way to the kitchen, though she glanced back and shook her head. "No, you're the guest, I'm making the coffee. Are you hungry or anything?" She sounded eager to make him something because, frankly, it'd give her something to do.

"It's okay, I mean, I wasn't doing too much--" She stopped when she spotted the letters on the kitchen table, her stomach falling some but she swallowed and decided to remain strong, to not crumble like she had the first time he saw her. She was going to get him back, she was. "Take a seat, relax, okay?"