Sam, Jules and Strawberry Shortcakes, Sam, Jules, G
“Wooo!” Spike cheered when a waiter came to their table with a tray full of cakes. “You’re gonna eat that, Lou? Your uniforms look a bit tighter lately…”
“It’s not Julia, what is it then? Julie, Julianne?”
Jules sighed before glancing at the newest member of the team. He wasn’t going to let this go, was he? Those deep pools of blue eyes were both irritating and annoying at the same time. “Not a fan of strawberries?” She swiftly changed the subject.
Sam looked down on his plate. His cake was already half eaten, but he’d left the fruit alone. “On the contrary, I love them.”
“If you really like it, then why wait? Should be the first thing you eat.” She responded and took a bite of her strawberry.
“They do say ‘safe the best for last’.” Sam said, amused, and turned on his chair to look at her.
“Such a cliché.”
“Well,” Sam said after a lengthy pause. “Perhaps one of these days we could grab strawberry cakes together.”
Jules almost choked on her drink as she suppressed a laugh. “Great pick-up lines, Sam. Though it’s probably going to work more effectively if you used it on… I don’t know, Spike perhaps?”
“Never blame a guy for trying.” He shrugged nonchalantly, taking a swig of his beer.
It would be another week before Lou broke it to him that Jules was short for Julianna, in exchange for Timmy’s danish.
It would take another month and 4 days before Sam figured out that having lived with four older brothers, Jules was accustomed not to ‘safe the best for last’. It only took one blink of an eye and they would have swiped her strawberry, chocolates, anything.
But it was exactly that moment that Sam knew she was definitely something.
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