(To asher, like a week after Sam and Kimi's first meeting)
Sam is minding his own business, sitting cross-legged on the brick pathway that separated the grassy park from the road. He glances up and makes eye contact with Asher. Sam takes a quick sip from a cup of black coffee, the label indicating the fact that it was from the café he and Kimi had met at about a week ago.
He speaks after a long awkward silence.
“...” Asher remained silence. His eyes focused on his dog as he turned around, probably from awkwardness he held as always. He cleary wasnt one of making small talks or anything, and generally felt awkward of doing so. Can you blame him, tho? Hes a known prosecutor and is rather cold and firm, he doesnt strike as one to make small talks with strangers at all, so ofcourse hed try to ignore the person who tried to talk to him, not that he meant it with malice.
You could see him holding a cup of coffee whole the other leash held his Great dane pup. He had came for a walk on the snow with his adored pup, rocky. It was fall and his day off from work, so he had to enjoy it.. right? Also, that would explain why he was wearing a black tanktop with black pants, a silver belt and a brown warm jacket. Its not the clothes hed strike gor normally, but it was the most warm he owned for the fall.