.get.to.know.me.

.sam had walked. yeah... walked. the directions to the club joint that gaia had given him seemed to be not too far off from where he was currently staying. before he'd left, he had stood for a good 15 minutes in front of his suitcase, rummaging through the clothes he had with him. after attempting to find something relatively good to wear, he'd settled for a pair of black painter pants, and some sort of vintage tee he'd bought from one of those stores that everyone seemed to like. with a quick walk, he had left the scrubby apartment and started towards the club. now at the club, with his hands jammed into the pockets of his black courdouroy jacket, and his eyes flicking 'top the heads of the crowd, he began to wonder if gaia would actually come. i mean, after the way she had left at the coffee-shop... well, we'll just say that sam definetly had his doubts. it was 10-past-eight at the moment, he noted as he glanced down at the glowing number 'cross his watch's face. lifting that set of perfect hazel eyes up from the watch, he scanned the crowd once again, only to find what he was looking for... gaia. well, he thought it was her. i mean, her back as to him... but her hair, that hair. he knew it. knew it like the back of his hand. it was gaia, he stated to himself. it was definetly gaia. trying to weave 'tween the people in the crowd, sam called,

"gaia! over here..."

people kept blocking him as he called. how rude. how very, very rude...