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Sam/Giada
It couldn't be--why was she out there by herself? Sam frowned but managed not to quicken his pace down the stairs toward Giada Vance, who was sitting on the last step with her head in her hands.

"Giada?" he said, dropping down to the landing to stand in front of her. Well, now he was squatting, and the girl didn't pull her hands away. Sam tugged on her wrists gently, and finally Giada let her hands fall to her lap. "What's wrong?"

She pouted and shrugged, "It's stupid."

"Nah, I bet it's not," Sam said, shifting to sit beside her on the step. Giada let out a breath and shrugged again, looking uncomfortable as her face had grown rather red. Maybe she was sick?

"I---I don't have a date to the dance," she said, avoiding look at Sam. Oy, did he have something on his face? "And Rachel does, and she's making me go anyway, and I'm just going to look stupid."

Sam nodded in understanding. He didn't have a date either, but he definitely didn't see it as such a horrible thing. Him and Dimitri were probably just going to end up leaving anyway, there weren't any birds around that they were really interested in, anyway.

"Oy, how about," Sam said, hand going up as if a brilliant idea had struck, "you go with me? I don't have a date either, and if some other bloke asks you to dance, well," he put a hand to his heart, feigning heartbreak, "I'll understand."

Giada's face went from looking absolutely terrified to immensely delighted, and her lips broke out into a wide grin as she flung her arms around Sam, squeezing him a bit tighter than she should've, but, well. He was kind of awesome, yeah?