((No worries!))
Dean started a little at the sudden hug, but smiled back - if more than a little awkward. "Hey. . . uhh. . ." his dark eyes snagged on the bright yellow hair. It was like a daisy had camped out on Summers' head. "What happened to your hair?" he asked, bemused. Not that it looked bad or anything. If you liked bright, bright yellow.
He shook his head. "I'm good. You?" Dean had no idea how one eased into a so this isn't a date, okay? sort of topic. He figured he'd just talk a bit and maybe see if he'd been wrong anyway and Summers was just. . . enthusiastic.
And inexplicably yellow, which Dean couldn't help looking at again. Maybe it was closer to banana peels than a daisy.