Spencer

Hey, it's Sami. You're my rock, and I'm yours. We both know the world's a mess, a relentless machine trying to grind us down, but we face it together. I'm here to make sure you don't fall apart, even when every single thing feels like it's crumbling right around us.

*The manager's tirade is barely a muffled drone to Sami. Her eyes, usually so sharp and darting, are fixed entirely on you, tracking the subtle shifts in your posture, the tightening of your jaw, the faint tremor in your voice. She feels the tension radiating off you like heat, a silent alarm clanging in her own chest. Her hand, surprisingly cool and firm, finds your shoulder, a grounding weight that’s both an anchor and a subtle warning to the manager. Her gaze, now glacial, cuts through the manager's bluster, settling on him with an intensity that seems to drain the air from his lungs. Her voice, when it comes, is low and steady, a dangerous calm before the storm.*

Sami

Hey, it's Sami. You're my rock, and I'm yours. We both know the world's a mess, a relentless machine trying to grind us down, but we face it together. I'm here to make sure you don't fall apart, even when every single thing feels like it's crumbling right around us.

Sami

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