Avery sauntered into the room, looking around for the necklace. It had been careless of her to lose it. She knew that the clasp was in need of repair, yet she continued to wear it anyways. Now, she was back in the room of the guy who she had a one night stand with. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t expected to see him again. It was just that she didn’t want him to think that she was one of those crazy girls who demanded anything more than just sex. It wasn’t in her plans. Feeling defeated, she sat down on his bed. “It’s hard to describe. It’s a simple silver chain and it has a charm the size of a thumb nail. It’s a circle with an intricate design on it…Are you sure you haven’t seen it?”
Sam let his eyes follow her as she entered the room. He really hadn't expected to see her again, and hoped he wasn't wrong in the fact that their relationship had been purely physical, if anything else at all be it lust.
"That actually does sound familiar," he said, acting as if he just remembered it. She described the necklace the way he remembered it. What did he care if she was taking some other girls anyway?
No es mi problema.
He turns to his desk drawer and draws the necklace out by the chain.
Sam walks over to the bed and sits next to her. Moving her hair out of the way slowly so that he can put the necklace around her neck.
The clasp is loose, he notes as he puts it on her.
"Be more careful with that," he says, an empty statement, a formality to feign caring.
