Summer had set her cup down to watch the snow again when a voice pulled her from her daze. She turned her head, spotting a woman with equally stark hair approaching her.

Typically, she despised company.

But call it Christmas spirit.

"Pull yourself a seat."

Summer took another sip, her gaze scanning over the woman who decided to approach her. She wondered why.

"What do they call you, Miss?"

Summer took the stranger's hand, offering a shake as she came to sit.

"Summer. A pleasure."

Brief pleasantries. She liked that.

"No. I was just enjoying the view by myself. Did I appear lonesome?"

Summer didn't imagine herself a lonely person. Perhaps her face said otherwise.

"You're a busybody as well? I understand that all too well, it seems..."

Summer sighed, sipping her drink before relaxing back in her chair.

"It's rather stressful. What do you do?"

Rotom TV and Devon. She had heard of the former, though she wasn't entirely sure if she had heard of the latter. Maybe she had, just not in terms that she was familiar with.

Sometimes, jobs were given in codes.

"I'm an assistant to my father's liaison business. I mostly perform many social tasks," she said.

She didn't need to know the specifics. Just that whatever business she did was legal... of course, Rocket business was never mentioned.

"Prescott Incorporate. If that doesn't give away who I am, then I don't know what else will," she teased.

"It's provided a lot for my family. I'm grateful for it."

Disgusted. It's horrible.

So Ana had heard of her. Summer didn't find herself surprised.

"He's quite alright."

Honestly, she wasn't entirely sure of her father's state. She had been avoiding him as much as she could, given the circumstances occurring in their family.

"Oh? I'd be delighted to join."