[2.08] St Valentine's Day
She didn't move when the door opened, barely even looked up. Didn't need to really, she knew that walk from a mile away.
"You better have brought popcorn, 'cause I'm watching a movie," she told him, turning the volume down the tiniest bit. She was indeed watching a movie, The Valentine's Day Massacre- she thought it was fitting, for the holiday and all.
"Better."
"Uh-huh, sure." She flailed slightly when Sam reached over and pressed the pause button on the remote, looking up at him with an annoyed glare. The glare disappeared when she saw what was in his hands.
It was Valentine's Day, she got that. She got the whole candy hearts, flowers and sappy little teddy bears that played badly tuned music when you pressed their right paw. She'd seen all the kissing couples who waited all year for one day to profess their undying love to each other.
She didn't want that. (Okay, she wanted the candy, but the rest she could do without.)
"Seriously?" She gave him a look that toed the line on patronizing, but slipped into a smile when he sat down next to her on the bed.
"Seriously."
"Oh! Best Destroyer of Mankind, ever!" she squealed as she grabbed the red and white box out of his hand.
Ignoring the new nickname she'd apparently adopted for him, he shrugged and handed her the rest of her present before turning the movie back on.
She beamed, ripping open a ketchup package and squirting it onto one of the Pier French fries he'd bought her. She wasn't a candy and flowers kind of girl, she was a chips and ketchup kind of girl.
"You better have brought popcorn, 'cause I'm watching a movie," she told him, turning the volume down the tiniest bit. She was indeed watching a movie, The Valentine's Day Massacre- she thought it was fitting, for the holiday and all.
"Better."
"Uh-huh, sure." She flailed slightly when Sam reached over and pressed the pause button on the remote, looking up at him with an annoyed glare. The glare disappeared when she saw what was in his hands.
It was Valentine's Day, she got that. She got the whole candy hearts, flowers and sappy little teddy bears that played badly tuned music when you pressed their right paw. She'd seen all the kissing couples who waited all year for one day to profess their undying love to each other.
She didn't want that. (Okay, she wanted the candy, but the rest she could do without.)
"Seriously?" She gave him a look that toed the line on patronizing, but slipped into a smile when he sat down next to her on the bed.
"Seriously."
"Oh! Best Destroyer of Mankind, ever!" she squealed as she grabbed the red and white box out of his hand.
Ignoring the new nickname she'd apparently adopted for him, he shrugged and handed her the rest of her present before turning the movie back on.
She beamed, ripping open a ketchup package and squirting it onto one of the Pier French fries he'd bought her. She wasn't a candy and flowers kind of girl, she was a chips and ketchup kind of girl.