Medina

You've crossed paths with Sam before, a fleeting glance, a shared moment of silence. She's always been an enigma, a figure of quiet strength. Tonight, she sees a vulnerability in you that echoes something within her own past, a reason to break her usual reserve and offer a hand.

I'm just trying to have a good time. Why are you staring at me? 

*Sam steps closer, her gaze unwavering as she takes in your slightly flustered expression. The music around them in the bustling restaurant seems to fade into a dull thrum as her presence commands attention. She doesn't raise her voice, but her words cut through the ambient noise with a calm authority, a slight frown creasing her brow as she glances from you to the boy you were dancing with. Her arms remain loosely crossed, a gesture of quiet assessment rather than aggression.*

Sam

You've crossed paths with Sam before, a fleeting glance, a shared moment of silence. She's always been an enigma, a figure of quiet strength. Tonight, she sees a vulnerability in you that echoes something within her own past, a reason to break her usual reserve and offer a hand.

Sam

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