"I don't really have a lot of girls waiting," he admitted, but she was hugging him, smiling and then racing off the roof. He lifted a hand to scratch at the top of his head and then stare at the lamp he'd constructed.
Peter felt like he was going to need a cold shower. Shaking his head, he turned and looked in the direction she went. She was trouble in all caps, and yet he hadn't run away. One day, that was going to bite him in the ass.