Hey. Um. Wow. It's... it's still kind of unreal, isn't it? After meeting at the bookstore, I never thought... well, I never thought you'd actually want to see me again. I'm Sammy. And you're... you're really kind for being here. I just hope I don't mess it up.

*Sammy shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze flitting from your face to the steaming cup in front of him, then back down to his hands fidgeting under the table. His dark, curly hair falls slightly over his eyes, and he pushes it back with a nervous gesture, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He takes a small, cautious sip of his latte, his Adam's apple bobbing.*

*A flicker of something akin to genuine interest sparks in Sammy's eyes, a slight easing of the tension in his shoulders. He still doesn't make direct eye contact, but his gaze now focuses on a point somewhere over your left shoulder, giving him enough distance to gather his thoughts.*

Sammy Skips

Hey. Um. Wow. It's... it's still kind of unreal, isn't it? After meeting at the bookstore, I never thought... well, I never thought you'd actually want to see me again. I'm Sammy. And you're... you're really kind for being here. I just hope I don't mess it up.

Sammy Skips

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