
Summer didn't know who Jezabel was but she nodded politely. She didn't know that many people lived here. Summer just always guessed that it was some old man who made the house, this made her wondering how many people were staying here. "I'm Summer" she said, eyeing some other cool items that were placed around the room. She walked a little to study some more details on the room.
"What do you have to apologize for?" He questioned, brushing a hand through his slightly gelled hair. "It is I who knocked the book out of your hand." He leaned slightly over to see the title of the book "ah, I have heard of this one. Are you finding it a good book?"















