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For Adaline - Lunch
Apr. 23rd, 2016 02:01 pmThis might go really well, or it might go really bad, and Sam wasn't sure which one it was going to be yet. He thought he and Adaline were friends, certainly, and sometimes a bit more, although he wasn't putting any labels on anything. She lived her life and he lived his.
He always felt a little more twitchy this time of the month, and he thought lunch with Adaline might be a good way to not feel quite so twitchy. He'd put together a basic picnic basket with sandwiches, fruit, and a couple of bottles of tea. Sweet and unsweet both, in case she preferred one or the other. His face was a little scruffier than usual, which was kind of out of his control, and hopefully she wouldn't mind.
Then he'd gone to the library. The kid at the information desk had been willing to call back to the archival section for him and tell Adaline she had a guest, although Sam did wince a little to hear his name mispronounced Morelock. Still, she'd probably figure out who was waiting for her.
He always felt a little more twitchy this time of the month, and he thought lunch with Adaline might be a good way to not feel quite so twitchy. He'd put together a basic picnic basket with sandwiches, fruit, and a couple of bottles of tea. Sweet and unsweet both, in case she preferred one or the other. His face was a little scruffier than usual, which was kind of out of his control, and hopefully she wouldn't mind.
Then he'd gone to the library. The kid at the information desk had been willing to call back to the archival section for him and tell Adaline she had a guest, although Sam did wince a little to hear his name mispronounced Morelock. Still, she'd probably figure out who was waiting for her.
