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That sounded horrible and amazing at the same time. A whole dorm full of baked things? Ug, people there were probably wicked fat. Still she laughed with him, seeing as that was what people were supposed to do right? "OMG, that is probably fantastic."
"Really? I like, don't take that stuff anymore. I have a pretty tight schedule, though. Flying is so easy, except for the whole I hate it, thing. I mean, just think. It would be like, totally easy to just fall. And I'm too young to like...break a leg like that." Or die. But she didn't want to put it like that. "Is your mom really good at that stuff, though?"
Cue the sweet hint of blushing. Ah, Sam. Where had he been before now? Honestly, how had she not dated this guy before? "Aw, but lately all the good ones have been taken." She said softly, leaning forward on her elbows as she smiled at him. "Like you. I bet you have all the girls knocking at your door."
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He laughed and gave a little nod. "Yeah, it's something," he said patting his belly. "Gotta work it all off though."
"Yeah, always gotta make sure you have a quick wand around you when you take off. I'm not a big fan of flying either. I like to stick to the ground." He snuck another sip of coffee before going on. "Oh yeah, my parents own Botiques de les Fluers," he said the name of his parents shop with a delightful lilt to his already Cajun accent.
The subtlest of blushes rose at the base of his neck, that hadn't happened in a long time. Had it been that long since he had flirted? "Ah me?" he said putting his hand to his chest. "Nah, I'm more like everyone's teddy bear. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride, as they say," he grinned.
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"Ooh, I always adore a flexible man. Such a rare thing these days." She said with a giggle and a beam of her own. Nimbly, too, she moved her chair about the table so that she was closer to Sam, instead of across from him.
Resting her head on and upturned palm, she kept her full attention on her fellow Cheerleader as he spoke. "Better dorks than at each others throat, all I have to say." Before she laughed and nodded in agreement. "So much better to do kissing on the ground. Bugs, wind, who knows what else is up there. Total disaster waiting to happen
Again, though, she playfully swatted at him. "You are no such thing! What makes you think something silly like that?"
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"I love fish and salad, as a matter of fact. Very healthy for you, and all." She smiled back at him. "Don't you agree?"
She nodded, though, when he asked about the game. "Oh, board games, sports, I'm good with anything you would be up for." She laughed, lightly, happy that he agreed movies were second date material.
"Oh, well that is a good question. Hmm, lets see. I think Saturday would be good, after all Friday is the game and we'll have to help the loser feel better, wouldn't we?" She grinned at him. "But Saturday is good, about...five ish?"
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