.get.to.know.me.

.sam pursed his lips a little as he took residence behind her that that long starbucks line. shifting from foot to foot, sam stared at the nearly bald head of a late-in-the-50's man that was standing, in line, right before him. everything was all jumbled up in sam's mind right now... most of the jumbly-ness was related to gaia moore. yeah, the girl was was standing pretty damn close to him right now, and was wearing his, sam's, jacket... yeah, that same gaia moore that he was secretly obsessing over, no matter how wrong that was. i mean, gaia had asked him to go to the club with her -- and that was a good thing... but i don't know, her reaction to him saying yes had been, well... non-existant. now, the question was; was that a good thing? or a bad? sam didn't know. wiping his mixed thoughts from his head, sam decided he'd just enjoy the moment... before he said, or did, something stupid -- and gaia changed her mind about this all, and decided she'd rather spend tonight with a guy much, well, -- better, then sam andrew moon.

"all i know, is that if i don't get some of this stuff soon, you might be taking a zombie to the club."

sam chuckled as he glanced over to her, hazel eyes hastily drinking in her alluring features. a smile remained on his face as he shoved his hands into fists, and then jammed them into the pockets of his jeans. silently, he was wondering if his jacket would smell exactly like her after she stopped wearing it... as stupid as it was, he hoped it would.

"alright gaia... foam? -- or no foam?"

just a casual question... foam on your coffee -- or not? one's choice of coffee could say alot... mm-hm, for sure.