so you're like this on purpose. good to know.

downing an entire glass of milk.

samantha chuckled at that, biting the corner of her lip. ‘ yeah? what else is in the bedroom...? ’

‘ you had me at whiskey. ’ sam hummed, moving to slip out of the jacket before walking backwards, crooking her finger. ‘ come get it ... ’

is she kidding? she needs something after the day she's had.

she'll be there in twenty.

almost falling asleep at her work desk? yes. she needs coffee in an IV.

journalism! ha, that's funny.

yawning and stretching arms above head.

watching @WONDERADJACENT from the crowd, wondering if she'd notice her.

i know, i know ... you missed me.

she's been led into * 𝘾𝙀𝙊 .ᐟ office, after having asked to see ida. ‘ we need to talk. ’

sam stood in front of her, her arms crossed over her own chest. ‘ were you ever going to tell the supes that your company took eggs from about it? ’

‘ you know, ida, i'm not sure i believe that. ’ a beat. ‘ i'm not approaching you as a reporter. i'm approaching you as someone that it happened to. ’ a tilt of her head. ‘ didn't expect that, did you? ’

moving closer, sam slammed her hand down on the desk beside ida. ‘ i don't want to talk to the fucking ceo. i want you to do what you're so good at and get your hands dirty. this isn't a joke. ’

those things'll kill him.

well, good. does he mind if she has a drag, then?

she takes it, studying him before raising a brow. ‘ what's got you all broody? ’

‘ mmh. sure looks like nothing, ’ she said, raising a brow as she watched him. sitting beside him, she tilted her head.