Summer wouldn't rush him, like she never had, but she was impatient for the future, for their future now that it seemed so close and so bright. She'd try her best not to be too impatient about it all.

"I think we have some else to celebrate anyways. Though he might say it's a bad idea for you to drink after everything." She smiled as she started to gather up the sheet with him. She had no doubts her father would agree to let him stay because Summer usually got her way, that was for sure. "Okay," she said softly, picking up her own little basket before taking his arm. "Let's go."