wrong place, right time | sam & brett (closed)
Sam shook his head at her words. He didn’t do well in awkward situations, of any kind, ever, at all — but this one? In a way, he was kind of glad he witnessed first hand just how much a jackass Toby could be. Then again… It really had always been undeniable, hadn’t it? How much Brett really did love the tool? The look on his face when she walked away gave Sam a sinking feeling that said tool loved her, too — he was just too much of a tool to man up about it. Sam sighed, shook out the bad thoughts with a shake of his head and an easy laugh as Brett attempted to change subject. “You’re not buying me lunch, woman — I have separation anxieties with my peanut butter and jam sandwiches,” he joked, leading her out to the parking lot, kicking gravel along the way. “But yes — the lady with the malware is just as malicious as ever, but I only cry when she’s not looking.” Sam clicked the button on his keychain, looking for the telltale blink of lights from his small silver Focus and leading her to his car. “Honestly, I don’t know how I would make it through work without you, though.” Of course Sam was trying to make her feel better — she was crying for chripe’s sakes, but that didn’t mean the sentiment wasn’t 102% true.