She's a tad bit preoccupied with squeezing a mountain of ketchup at the side of her plate.
When she looks up, her smile is perfectly harmless.
(And maybe a bit amused.)
"Maybe. Maybe not." She picks up her first fry, dunks it into the pool of crimson red, and takes a bite. "Y'know what, Sam? Maybe it's that I'm interested in you."
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When she looks up, her smile is perfectly harmless.
(And maybe a bit amused.)
"Maybe. Maybe not." She picks up her first fry, dunks it into the pool of crimson red, and takes a bite. "Y'know what, Sam? Maybe it's that I'm interested in you."