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Exiting the subway station for Charing Cross instantly takes you to Trafalgar Square, which is at the south of Charing Cross Road and extends to a number of other streets. The square has been a significant landmark since the 13th century. The bulk of the square is taken up by Nelson's Column, surrounded by four bronze lion statues, and two large fountains featuring dolphins, mermaids, and tritons. In the corners of the square are four plinths, one of which is swapped out for another from time to time, and up a flight of stairs is the National Gallery.
A number of Muggle ceremonies are hosted here during major holidays, such as a seasonal tree ceremony prior to Christmas and a New Years celebration. The space is also occasionally used for political demonstrations, premieres, parade destinations, and more. This area is still primarily used today as a public gathering spot. With that being said, wizards and witches that find themselves here will know better than to whip their wands out.
Heading directly south of the square on Whitehall Road, the Ministry entrances can be accessed.
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Uhm. Was she supposed to answer that question? "I dunno, shut up, Sam." She snuggled in closer to him, her cheek touching his shoulder because she knew he never said it. If Sam didn't say it, then he didn't believe it was true. He always took things way too literal, though, which sometimes was annoying when she was making a point using little logic. "Okay, only because you're persistent." About her not joining baseball. She would agree that it was lacklustre (though wouldn't choose that fancy word) by the way, they didn't even fly, they just hit the ball and ran from one square to another. Muggles were so funny sometimes.
What a great boyfriend he was, picking up on the hint she provided regarding the food, or maybe he just knew her for way too long and this was already in his plans? Either way, Genny smiled and nodded her head. "I'll only take two wraps--" as opposed to getting her usual three. They were SMALL falafels, don't judge her. "--I don't want a fake baby bump when I wear my dress to David's soiree thing." she confessed airily. "Extra hot sauce, no cabbage." she leaned up to give her charming feeder a peck on the lips as a thank you.
Yes, Sam was always right, after all. And a little smile turned up on the corner of his lips as Genny snuggled into him a little closer. Her mood was already improving some, he noticed.
But as they neared the little falafel stand, Genny very casually mentioned something that was not so casual. Soiree? David's soiree? She said it as if Sam knew exactly what she was talking about, when really, it was quite the opposite. His brow furrowed some as he looked down her way. "What soiree? I didn't know we were going to a fancy event for David." Leave it to Genny to tell him last-minute. Contrary to Sam's plan-ahead nature, Genny was impulsive and tended to wait until the eleventh hour.
Yes, Sam was always right, after all. And a little smile turned up on the corner of his lips as Genny snuggled into him a little closer. Her mood was already improving some, he noticed.
But as they neared the little falafel stand, Genny very casually mentioned something that was not so casual. Soiree? David's soiree? She said it as if Sam knew exactly what she was talking about, when really, it was quite the opposite. His brow furrowed some as he looked down her way. "What soiree? I didn't know we were going to a fancy event for David." Leave it to Genny to tell him last-minute. Contrary to Sam's plan-ahead nature, Genny was impulsive and tended to wait until the eleventh hour.
Why was David even having a soiree?
UHM. She paid him a kiss to go fetch the sandwiches yet he was still here. Looking at her. Confused. Genny decided to explain, the faster he understood all the facts, the quicker her sandwiches would be here, right? Right. She bet that was his strategy, too, got her to explain everything in one go in exchange for food.
"We're not. I am," she started patiently, looking back at him and momentarily allowing her eyes to drift to the vendor man. If they didn't hurry, the falafels will all be out... "He decided to apply for the job at the ministry. He was very nervous. You know how he is in social gatherings." Sam maybe didn't, but she did (she thought she did). David was a bit quirky. Very intelligent and witty but also awkward if he got nervous. "So, I promised to go with him to their annual opening thing." Probably a soiree. Things seemed to be quite intense right now, though, the ministry may decide not to hold this. Poor Davie...
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UHM. She paid him a kiss to go fetch the sandwiches yet he was still here. Looking at her. Confused. Genny decided to explain, the faster he understood all the facts, the quicker her sandwiches would be here, right? Right. She bet that was his strategy, too, got her to explain everything in one go in exchange for food.
"We're not. I am," she started patiently, looking back at him and momentarily allowing her eyes to drift to the vendor man. If they didn't hurry, the falafels will all be out... "He decided to apply for the job at the ministry. He was very nervous. You know how he is in social gatherings." Sam maybe didn't, but she did (she thought she did). David was a bit quirky. Very intelligent and witty but also awkward if he got nervous. "So, I promised to go with him to their annual opening thing." Probably a soiree. Things seemed to be quite intense right now, though, the ministry may decide not to hold this. Poor Davie...
Sam was also under the impression that they would both just wait in line at the vendor? But wouldn't object if she wanted to sit somewhere while he got the food. She was the one who just played an entire quidditch match, after all.
Okay, wait, so Sam wasn't invited? "What, no plus-ones?" He listened as Genny explained that David had applied for the ministry and, from what he gathered through Genny's sub-par explanation, Genny was accompanying David to the Ministry Ball. "Is this the same ball that we went to together?" Because again, Genny was not good with details, much to Sam's dismay. He kept his composure, although he wasn't exactly ecstatic over the idea of another guy taking his girlfriend to some fancy soiree.
Sam was also under the impression that they would both just wait in line at the vendor? But wouldn't object if she wanted to sit somewhere while he got the food. She was the one who just played an entire quidditch match, after all.
Okay, wait, so Sam wasn't invited? "What, no plus-ones?" He listened as Genny explained that David had applied for the ministry and, from what he gathered through Genny's sub-par explanation, Genny was accompanying David to the Ministry Ball. "Is this the same ball that we went to together?" Because again, Genny was not good with details, much to Sam's dismay. He kept his composure, although he wasn't exactly ecstatic over the idea of another guy taking his girlfriend to some fancy soiree.
Oh. Well, she didn't get that until now that they were both at the line engaged in conversation. Genny didn't mind waiting with him despite how tired she was. That was part of the commitment of being someone's girlfriend, right? Telling the boyfriend she got asked out to a party and accepted did not make the cut obviously, but waiting in line together? Def.
Just kidding, Genny didn't see it was important to tell Sam beforehand. It was nothing.
Why did Sam have so many questions about this, though? It was a bloody mystery how the Sorting Hat missed his Ravenclaw genes. Genny answered after a small sigh, being extremely patient, "I am the plus one." With David. Duh. The ministry ball they... went... to... OH. "Yeah!" She stared up ahead, realization dawning on her now that last year Sam had asked her to the same ball. And asked her to be his girlfriend then. What a nice, fun memory that she forgot. "Yeah. So, good, you know them! The balls. With the ministry. It's the same one." The realization started turning into a mixed feeling of nervousness and a liiiittle bit of fear - something Genny wasn't familiar with. "Probably won't wear the same dress, though. I don't think it fits anymore anyway. I really should watch those sandwiches, right?" Was she speaking too fast? It felt like it with all the saliva pooling into her mouth. "Maybe make that only two and ease down on the tahini sauce. Actually, I can just wear a suit, keep the sauce and the two sandwiches." Someone should seriously stop her, the switch in her brain was broken by now. Was Sam even paying attention to the sandwich dilemma?
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...well that had been a terrible match, hadn't it? Er??? David didn't really follow Quidditch, and only attended the games he was forced to view, but he did pay close attention to Genny's team, as she was his friend and he wanted the best for her. He knew she wasn't the........what is an appropriate word here.........nicest person to be around when she had just lost, so after the match ended, he did his usual disappearing act and decided to find something to eat, because he didn't cook and he didn't want to go back to their smallish flat yet.
He'd really taken to wandering around London on his own, after all. It was peaceful time of day, early evening, and the sun was still up for the next few, so here he was, standing in line at this...Muggle shop...thing...food...cart? His hunger had drawn him here but per usual he was overthinking his hasty decision to purchase something from the vendor, particularly since the man running it may have had questionable hygiene practices, hairy hands, and a rather large spiderweb tattoo on his neck.
David did not approve, but he hadn't gotten out of line yet. He was still trying to count the Muggle money in his pocket to calculate what his change would be IF he did buy a sandwich or wrap or whatever it was when his ears caught a familiar-sounding voice. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he could have sworn a couple a little ways behind him kept saying his name??
He turned slightly, leaning out of the queue to see if it was who he thought it was. "Genny?" Was that her? He didn't have his glasses on at the moment, er, at all actually, ever since that tornado woman took them.... Plus quidditch was actually more tolerable when he could only half-see what was going on, so he didn't have his contacts in either.
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Oh. Well, she didn't get that until now that they were both at the line engaged in conversation. Genny didn't mind waiting with him despite how tired she was. That was part of the commitment of being someone's girlfriend, right? Telling the boyfriend she got asked out to a party and accepted did not make the cut obviously, but waiting in line together? Def.
Just kidding, Genny didn't see it was important to tell Sam beforehand. It was nothing.
Why did Sam have so many questions about this, though? It was a bloody mystery how the Sorting Hat missed his Ravenclaw genes. Genny answered after a small sigh, being extremely patient, "I am the plus one." With David. Duh. The ministry ball they... went... to... OH. "Yeah!" She stared up ahead, realization dawning on her now that last year Sam had asked her to the same ball. And asked her to be his girlfriend then. What a nice, fun memory that she forgot. "Yeah. So, good, you know them! The balls. With the ministry. It's the same one." The realization started turning into a mixed feeling of nervousness and a liiiittle bit of fear - something Genny wasn't familiar with. "Probably won't wear the same dress, though. I don't think it fits anymore anyway. I really should watch those sandwiches, right?" Was she speaking too fast? It felt like it with all the saliva pooling into her mouth. "Maybe make that only two and ease down on the tahini sauce. Actually, I can just wear a suit, keep the sauce and the two sandwiches." Someone should seriously stop her, the switch in her brain was broken by now. Was Sam even paying attention to the sandwich dilemma?
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...well that had been a terrible match, hadn't it? Er??? David didn't really follow Quidditch, and only attended the games he was forced to view, but he did pay close attention to Genny's team, as she was his friend and he wanted the best for her. He knew she wasn't the........what is an appropriate word here.........nicest person to be around when she had just lost, so after the match ended, he did his usual disappearing act and decided to find something to eat, because he didn't cook and he didn't want to go back to their smallish flat yet.
He'd really taken to wandering around London on his own, after all. It was peaceful time of day, early evening, and the sun was still up for the next few, so here he was, standing in line at this...Muggle shop...thing...food...cart? His hunger had drawn him here but per usual he was overthinking his hasty decision to purchase something from the vendor, particularly since the man running it may have had questionable hygiene practices, hairy hands, and a rather large spiderweb tattoo on his neck.
David did not approve, but he hadn't gotten out of line yet. He was still trying to count the Muggle money in his pocket to calculate what his change would be IF he did buy a sandwich or wrap or whatever it was when his ears caught a familiar-sounding voice. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he could have sworn a couple a little ways behind him kept saying his name??
He turned slightly, leaning out of the queue to see if it was who he thought it was. "Genny?" Was that her? He didn't have his glasses on at the moment, er, at all actually, ever since that tornado woman took them.... Plus quidditch was actually more tolerable when he could only half-see what was going on, so he didn't have his contacts in either.
Sometimes it really was a wonder how Sam and Genny were together. The cliche 'opposites attract' must have been made for couples like them – though it didn't hurt that Genny was always easy on the eyes. Right now, as Genny fixated on the food stand, Sam gave an exasperated sigh in response to how clueless she was being. Was she playing dumb? Or maybe she'd just received too many bludgers to the head because any normal person would realize that this was the kind of thing that you at least mention to your boyfriend.
"Well, lovely. Great foresight, thanks for telling me," he answered sarcastically, annoyed at her daftness. "It's not like I work for the ministry or anything." How weird was it going to be when Genny showed up to a fancy event hosted by his workplace, with their roommate?? And Sam showed up, what, alone? Pfft. No way he was going stag. To be honest, he didn't even know if he was going to go in the first place, but that was beside the point here.
There was a gust of wind, and he swept a hand over his carefully disheveled hair to make sure it was still in place. This was the precise moment when some random person in line turned around and called Genny by name. Okay, not a random person. David himself, how convenient. "Speak of the devil," Sam mumbled, refraining from an eyeroll. Ironically, as far as Genny's friends went, David had been growing on him somewhat. He wasn't some blabbermouth hot shot like some of her quidditch teammates, and he kept things tidy at the flat, which bode well for him in Sam's eyes. But given Sam's current annoyance, Genny's new date didn't exactly have the best timing.
Sometimes it really was a wonder how Sam and Genny were together. The cliche 'opposites attract' must have been made for couples like them – though it didn't hurt that Genny was always easy on the eyes. Right now, as Genny fixated on the food stand, Sam gave an exasperated sigh in response to how clueless she was being. Was she playing dumb? Or maybe she'd just received too many bludgers to the head because any normal person would realize that this was the kind of thing that you at least mention to your boyfriend.
"Well, lovely. Great foresight, thanks for telling me," he answered sarcastically, annoyed at her daftness. "It's not like I work for the ministry or anything." How weird was it going to be when Genny showed up to a fancy event hosted by his workplace, with their roommate?? And Sam showed up, what, alone? Pfft. No way he was going stag. To be honest, he didn't even know if he was going to go in the first place, but that was beside the point here.
There was a gust of wind, and he swept a hand over his carefully disheveled hair to make sure it was still in place. This was the precise moment when some random person in line turned around and called Genny by name. Okay, not a random person. David himself, how convenient. "Speak of the devil," Sam mumbled, refraining from an eyeroll. Ironically, as far as Genny's friends went, David had been growing on him somewhat. He wasn't some blabbermouth hot shot like some of her quidditch teammates, and he kept things tidy at the flat, which bode well for him in Sam's eyes. But given Sam's current annoyance, Genny's new date didn't exactly have the best timing.
Genny huffed, turning her head away from Sam while he started his sarcastic ritual of passive-aggressiveness. Wasn't it clear that she didn't want to be held accountable for her poor decisions today? "Please don't do this," she breathed out, forcefully quiet. "I was going to tell you. It's not a big deal." He was making this to be way bigger than it was. Yeah, sure, it was a little stupid of her for not remembering that Sam would probably go to his job's annual ball as well, but she didn't exactly sit down and think about it. She was a little preoccupied with training, running into Mason and being asked not to be friends, then more exercising. And now losing a game against the stupid 2 W's.
.... hmm?
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...well that had been a terrible match, hadn't it? Er??? David didn't really follow Quidditch, and only attended the games he was forced to view, but he did pay close attention to Genny's team, as she was his friend and he wanted the best for her. He knew she wasn't the........what is an appropriate word here.........nicest person to be around when she had just lost, so after the match ended, he did his usual disappearing act and decided to find something to eat, because he didn't cook and he didn't want to go back to their smallish flat yet.
He'd really taken to wandering around London on his own, after all. It was peaceful time of day, early evening, and the sun was still up for the next few, so here he was, standing in line at this...Muggle shop...thing...food...cart? His hunger had drawn him here but per usual he was overthinking his hasty decision to purchase something from the vendor, particularly since the man running it may have had questionable hygiene practices, hairy hands, and a rather large spiderweb tattoo on his neck.
David did not approve, but he hadn't gotten out of line yet. He was still trying to count the Muggle money in his pocket to calculate what his change would be IF he did buy a sandwich or wrap or whatever it was when his ears caught a familiar-sounding voice. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he could have sworn a couple a little ways behind him kept saying his name??
He turned slightly, leaning out of the queue to see if it was who he thought it was. "Genny?" Was that her? He didn't have his glasses on at the moment, er, at all actually, ever since that tornado woman took them.... Plus quidditch was actually more tolerable when he could only half-see what was going on, so he didn't have his contacts in either.
"Oh, hey." Genny replied automatically when David called her name from ahead of them in the line. She looked up at Sam, deflated but also fierce eyes, "Don't be a jerk now, we can talk about this later." Genny would've held his hand now to join David, but she didn't want to be refused any types of display of affection when her self-esteem wasn't too high. And yes, maybe she was thinking selfishly but she wouldn't recognize that now. Maybe after a day or so.
With a small tug of Sam's sleeve, Genny started cutting people in front of them, "Excuse us, excuse me, sorry," until they made it to Davie. "Hey, you. What a coincidence. Why didn't you join us right after the match if you're hungry, too?" It was weird he skipped them, almost like he evaded them. They lived together, they might as well eat and go back home together.
Ahem, also, with Davie around, Sam might stop with the guilt-tripping.......?
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Davie really had no idea, no idea at all, what Sam and Genny were doing. He wasn't exactly the communicative type who would try make plans with them for after the match, and being blind as a bat during the match meant that he had just allowed himself to be swept up with the crowd when it ended. But did he reply any of these reasonable excuses to Genny? Of course not.
"I wasn't hungry until I got here." Great answer, well done, Truebridge. He smiled and squinted in their general direction, assuming 'us' meant Genny and Sam. Nothing new there, but he did think they might go somewhere...er, nicer after the match. He would never want to intrude on the happy couple doing couple things, like a romantic dinner. Surely even the Leaky Cauldron was more suited to a date night than this guy's falafel stand? But what would David know. He'd never properly dated anyone.
David shrugged a little and blinked amicably at them, and at Sam's blurry outline specifically. "Hullo Sam." Had to greet him too, see? Davie was a polite, non-drama causing lad.
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Genny huffed, turning her head away from Sam while he started his sarcastic ritual of passive-aggressiveness. Wasn't it clear that she didn't want to be held accountable for her poor decisions today? "Please don't do this," she breathed out, forcefully quiet. "I was going to tell you. It's not a big deal." He was making this to be way bigger than it was. Yeah, sure, it was a little stupid of her for not remembering that Sam would probably go to his job's annual ball as well, but she didn't exactly sit down and think about it. She was a little preoccupied with training, running into Mason and being asked not to be friends, then more exercising. And now losing a game against the stupid 2 W's.
.... hmm?
"Oh, hey." Genny replied automatically when David called her name from ahead of them in the line. She looked up at Sam, deflated but also fierce eyes, "Don't be a jerk now, we can talk about this later." Genny would've held his hand now to join David, but she didn't want to be refused any types of display of affection when her self-esteem wasn't too high. And yes, maybe she was thinking selfishly but she wouldn't recognize that now. Maybe after a day or so.
With a small tug of Sam's sleeve, Genny started cutting people in front of them, "Excuse us, excuse me, sorry," until they made it to Davie. "Hey, you. What a coincidence. Why didn't you join us right after the match if you're hungry, too?" It was weird he skipped them, almost like he evaded them. They lived together, they might as well eat and go back home together.
Ahem, also, with Davie around, Sam might stop with the guilt-tripping.......?
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Davie really had no idea, no idea at all, what Sam and Genny were doing. He wasn't exactly the communicative type who would try make plans with them for after the match, and being blind as a bat during the match meant that he had just allowed himself to be swept up with the crowd when it ended. But did he reply any of these reasonable excuses to Genny? Of course not.
"I wasn't hungry until I got here." Great answer, well done, Truebridge. He smiled and squinted in their general direction, assuming 'us' meant Genny and Sam. Nothing new there, but he did think they might go somewhere...er, nicer after the match. He would never want to intrude on the happy couple doing couple things, like a romantic dinner. Surely even the Leaky Cauldron was more suited to a date night than this guy's falafel stand? But what would David know. He'd never properly dated anyone.
David shrugged a little and blinked amicably at them, and at Sam's blurry outline specifically. "Hullo Sam." Had to greet him too, see? Davie was a polite, non-drama causing lad.
Considering the circumstances, and how blasé Genny was being, yes – Sam thought his sarcasm was warranted. He wasn't hiding the fact that he was annoyed. He understood her desire to support her friend, and it wasn't that he didn't trust her because he had no doubt of her faithfulness to him. But honestly, the way she told him so casually was extremely irritating; it just highlighted that she really hadn't given any consideration to Sam's going.
"Yes, fine." They'd talk about it later. That was that.
Sam followed Genny to join David's place further up in the line. Could they order already? Genny clearly needed food, and lining Sam's stomach wouldn't hurt his mood either. It was a good thing that they were next in line.
"Hi, David." Sam was polite back, see. Regardless of his lack of enthusiasm. Why was he blinking so much? Odd.
Davie really had no idea, no idea at all, what Sam and Genny were doing. He wasn't exactly the communicative type who would try make plans with them for after the match, and being blind as a bat during the match meant that he had just allowed himself to be swept up with the crowd when it ended. But did he reply any of these reasonable excuses to Genny? Of course not.
"I wasn't hungry until I got here." Great answer, well done, Truebridge. He smiled and squinted in their general direction, assuming 'us' meant Genny and Sam. Nothing new there, but he did think they might go somewhere...er, nicer after the match. He would never want to intrude on the happy couple doing couple things, like a romantic dinner. Surely even the Leaky Cauldron was more suited to a date night than this guy's falafel stand? But what would David know. He'd never properly dated anyone.
David shrugged a little and blinked amicably at them, and at Sam's blurry outline specifically. "Hullo Sam." Had to greet him too, see? Davie was a polite, non-drama causing lad.
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Considering the circumstances, and how blasé Genny was being, yes – Sam thought his sarcasm was warranted. He wasn't hiding the fact that he was annoyed. He understood her desire to support her friend, and it wasn't that he didn't trust her because he had no doubt of her faithfulness to him. But honestly, the way she told him so casually was extremely irritating; it just highlighted that she really hadn't given any consideration to Sam's going.
"Yes, fine." They'd talk about it later. That was that.
Sam followed Genny to join David's place further up in the line. Could they order already? Genny clearly needed food, and lining Sam's stomach wouldn't hurt his mood either. It was a good thing that they were next in line.
"Hi, David." Sam was polite back, see. Regardless of his lack of enthusiasm. Why was he blinking so much? Odd.
Genny blinked at David. What? "Okay. I guess...? That's weird, David." The greetings? Wow. "Calm down, guys, we're in public." she commented, borrowing their sarcastic sense for a moment, not looking at either one of them except the vendor who was now only one person away from them. Two sandwiches, extra hot sauce, no cabbage. Sam better remember this because... well because he just better. She didn't deserve to be offered food by him right now, but she wanted it and she craved lots of things after a losing match including food and affection. Losing the latter made her cling to the former.
It was when she looked at Davie about to ask what he was getting when she noticed his squinting. "Why are you squinting like a mouse?" Did he have his contacts on? Or glasses? Why did she forget what David actually wore?
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.....was it, though? It made perfect sense to David, who again just shrugged a little and blinked some more. He definitely was squinting, wasn't he? Was it that obvious, then? David pinched the bridge of his nose as though he missed his glasses being there. (He did miss them, though. Terribly. They'd been brand-new and he'd only worn them once or twice before that woman stole them.) But he often pinched his nose in exasperation when talking to Genny, so.
Naturally, her joke about 'calming down' went right past him, because when wasn't he calm? Maybe only when he was in a nervewracking situation, but that was certainly not now. The only thing he had to overanalyze here was what, precisely, to order for himself. "I uhhhhh," yeah so the squinting WAS obvious then. "I lost my glasses." There, that wasn't entirely untrue.
For the record, though, she should know he wore glasses AND contacts, Genny Tate. Clearly she was the worst of the three here. "Why are you guys eating here? Er, are you?" He squinted toward her, then toward Sam, then back to her, or maybe the person behind her, he couldn't tell. "Don't you usually go somewhere nicer after your games?" Places that served drinks and catered to the, uh, athletic and beautiful sort (like them)?????????
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David was nose-pinching and squinting and it was beginning to give Sam the sensation that he ought to rub his own eyes or something. Sam refrained from doing so, though, because there were probably a million germs on his hands right now.
There was a very slight lift of his eyebrow when David admitted that he'd lost his glasses. This was somewhat surprising, as Truebridge didn't strike him as the kind of person who loses his glasses. "That was clumsy of you." Sam turned his eyes back to the menu, as the man in front of them was finishing up his order.
As for why they were eating here..... Sam gave a deliberate glance in Genny's direction. "That's her doing. Pretty sure this was just the nearest place you could get food." When Genny wanted food, she wanted food now. But to be honest, Sam didn't mind. She was the one who played, so if she wanted vendor food, he wouldn't argue. Speaking of vendor food, it was finally their turn to order. "Two falafel sandwiches with extra Tahini sauce, no cabbage. One chicken gyro. A large cup of red squash, and..." Was David gonna order with them, or?
.....was it, though? It made perfect sense to David, who again just shrugged a little and blinked some more. He definitely was squinting, wasn't he? Was it that obvious, then? David pinched the bridge of his nose as though he missed his glasses being there. (He did miss them, though. Terribly. They'd been brand-new and he'd only worn them once or twice before that woman stole them.) But he often pinched his nose in exasperation when talking to Genny, so.
Naturally, her joke about 'calming down' went right past him, because when wasn't he calm? Maybe only when he was in a nervewracking situation, but that was certainly not now. The only thing he had to overanalyze here was what, precisely, to order for himself. "I uhhhhh," yeah so the squinting WAS obvious then. "I lost my glasses." There, that wasn't entirely untrue.
For the record, though, she should know he wore glasses AND contacts, Genny Tate. Clearly she was the worst of the three here. "Why are you guys eating here? Er, are you?" He squinted toward her, then toward Sam, then back to her, or maybe the person behind her, he couldn't tell. "Don't you usually go somewhere nicer after your games?" Places that served drinks and catered to the, uh, athletic and beautiful sort (like them)?????????
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David was nose-pinching and squinting and it was beginning to give Sam the sensation that he ought to rub his own eyes or something. Sam refrained from doing so, though, because there were probably a million germs on his hands right now.
There was a very slight lift of his eyebrow when David admitted that he'd lost his glasses. This was somewhat surprising, as Truebridge didn't strike him as the kind of person who loses his glasses. "That was clumsy of you." Sam turned his eyes back to the menu, as the man in front of them was finishing up his order.
As for why they were eating here..... Sam gave a deliberate glance in Genny's direction. "That's her doing. Pretty sure this was just the nearest place you could get food." When Genny wanted food, she wanted food now. But to be honest, Sam didn't mind. She was the one who played, so if she wanted vendor food, he wouldn't argue. Speaking of vendor food, it was finally their turn to order. "Two falafel sandwiches with extra Tahini sauce, no cabbage. One chicken gyro. A large cup of red squash, and..." Was David gonna order with them, or?
"Don't do that when I speak," she unabashedly scolded Davie about the nose pinching. Did he do this because of what she said or because his head hurt? She bet it was because of what she said. He always did this when he didn't like what she had to say, or when he thought she was being stupid. She hated the feeling, which seemed to be consistent with both Sam and David. "It looks idiotic, and makes me feel like an idiot." crossing her arms, Genny ignored how sharp her tone was by looking away from everyone. Even the vendor.
This wasn't the best mood she was in, so let's just all TREAD LIGHTLY.
"Finally," muttering under her breath when Sam started putting in their order. She appreciated the accurate order, and stepped slightly to the side to move away from the suffocating smell of the oil. Also, what exactly did Sam mean 'this was probably the nearest place'? Did he mean she was an insatiable beast, is that what he meant? she knew he didn't. Genny met his glance with a stern look, still crossing her arms from before, but didn't say anything. It was clear they weren't really having the romantic atmosphere David assumed they would. Right now, all she wanted were the sandwiches, a clean surface to rest her bum on, and an unconditionally adoring boyfriend.
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Clumsy? Clumsy of him? David frowned deeply in Sam's general direction. He couldn't see him, of course, unless Sam got close enough to.........breathe in his mouth or something. And that would be awkward. But he still didn't reveal what had actually happened to his glasses, because that story was probably more embarrassing than just generally losing them. And also, had Genny told Sam about the beauty vs. brains contest? David never would. Thus it was best to just forget this entire story for the sake of all three (or four) involved parties.
The blinking manboy opened his mouth to say something smart to Genny but abruptly closed it, changing his mind when she snapped at him. Right. "Sorry," his hand nearly snaked up to his face to rub it again. "Sorry, sorry, I just..." He did have a bit of a headache, alright? He should probably stop squinting at everyone; it didn't help in the slightest.
He turned instead toward the vendor, wondering how in Circe's name these two Gryffindors had ordered ahead of him when he was the one in line first. Right. "Make it three falafels with extra tahini," he muttered, trying to keep it simple. And then he passed Sam one of his Muggle bills, hoping it was a fiver (it wasn't; it was a fifty). "And a cup of water. Please."
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Sam just observed as Genny was being bossy and David was being submissive. What an interesting evening they were all having here. Such fun.
He ignored the whisper under Genny's breath and moved to the side once David added his order. He got out his wallet to pay, but paused when David tried to give him a fifty pound note. Um, was he thick? Sam eyed the other man. Oh. No. Just blind. As the occasional squintiness reminded him. "This is a fifty," he said, as he handed the bill back. "Don't worry about it." Sam just wanted to pay already because he hated being the person that held up the line. So he paid with his muggle money and watched as their order was brought to the counter.
Finally. Food. This ought to bring his lovely girlfriend out of her hangry state. Sam grabbed his sandwich and the squash that he and Genny would split. "Genny tells me you're doing some sort of dating experiment, David." He took a gulp of the red juice as they grabbed their extra-tahini sandwiches. It was a wonder why he needed his girlfriend as a plus-one then, ahem ahem.
Clumsy? Clumsy of him? David frowned deeply in Sam's general direction. He couldn't see him, of course, unless Sam got close enough to.........breathe in his mouth or something. And that would be awkward. But he still didn't reveal what had actually happened to his glasses, because that story was probably more embarrassing than just generally losing them. And also, had Genny told Sam about the beauty vs. brains contest? David never would. Thus it was best to just forget this entire story for the sake of all three (or four) involved parties.
The blinking manboy opened his mouth to say something smart to Genny but abruptly closed it, changing his mind when she snapped at him. Right. "Sorry," his hand nearly snaked up to his face to rub it again. "Sorry, sorry, I just..." He did have a bit of a headache, alright? He should probably stop squinting at everyone; it didn't help in the slightest.
He turned instead toward the vendor, wondering how in Circe's name these two Gryffindors had ordered ahead of him when he was the one in line first. Right. "Make it three falafels with extra tahini," he muttered, trying to keep it simple. And then he passed Sam one of his Muggle bills, hoping it was a fiver (it wasn't; it was a fifty). "And a cup of water. Please."
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Sam just observed as Genny was being bossy and David was being submissive. What an interesting evening they were all having here. Such fun.
He ignored the whisper under Genny's breath and moved to the side once David added his order. He got out his wallet to pay, but paused when David tried to give him a fifty pound note. Um, was he thick? Sam eyed the other man. Oh. No. Just blind. As the occasional squintiness reminded him. "This is a fifty," he said, as he handed the bill back. "Don't worry about it." Sam just wanted to pay already because he hated being the person that held up the line. So he paid with his muggle money and watched as their order was brought to the counter.
Finally. Food. This ought to bring his lovely girlfriend out of her hangry state. Sam grabbed his sandwich and the squash that he and Genny would split. "Genny tells me you're doing some sort of dating experiment, David." He took a gulp of the red juice as they grabbed their extra-tahini sandwiches. It was a wonder why he needed his girlfriend as a plus-one then, ahem ahem.
Genny felt a tinge of guilt when Davie apologized. It wasn't like him not to counter with a sarcastic comment which meant he was tiptoeing around her, pretty much like Sam. The tinge of guilt turned into a wave of gratefulness at the thought. Her eyes softened, and she dropped her gaze to the ground.
The muggle money dilemma was actually funny. Too bad she didn't feel like laughing. Genny took the moment while their order was ready to sweep their surrounding with her eyes trying to find a good spot for them to sit and enjoy their food. "Hey, look, let's go sit there," she spoke, leading her boys to a large stone staircase leading up to a higher street. It was a small walk and they had to cross the street and whatnot, but it was fine.
Oh, Genny definitely told Sam about the brain and beauty contest! What did David think they talked about before bed? Steamy gossip, that's what. Genny hurried up, trying not to look too amused that this was the subject they were going to discuss over their street delights. Her two sandwiches tightly grasped in her hand as she finally made it to the staircase and took a seat there. "It's a contest, not an experiment." she corrected Sam casually, unwrapping one of her sandwiches.
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Oh...no, that wasn't the bill he thought it was. David frowned deeply yet again and just moved to get his sandwich, though he did have to get closer to the suspicious vendor than he would have liked. He would be paying Sam back though. He would slip him the appropriate amount sometime.
He didn't know where Genny was gesturing for them to go sit, but he followed the group to the..... stairs, apparently? Why did they have to sit over here, so far away? It was illogical to travel this far with their precious, warm sandwiches, but he could tell Genny needed some food before hearing any of his remarks. So Davie just shrugged and sat on a different step than her to begin slowly eating his sandwich. Of course, he had just taken a large bite when Sam brought up a dating experiment? Dating? Him?!! Never!!!! Davie tried not to choke on a chunk of falafel.
"It is a c-contest," he stammered, still shocked that THEY WERE DISCUSSING HIM! Why! "But it has nothing to do with dating. It is beauties versus brains." Davie busied himself with his sandwich to avoid further questioning, thanks.
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Genny felt a tinge of guilt when Davie apologized. It wasn't like him not to counter with a sarcastic comment which meant he was tiptoeing around her, pretty much like Sam. The tinge of guilt turned into a wave of gratefulness at the thought. Her eyes softened, and she dropped her gaze to the ground.
The muggle money dilemma was actually funny. Too bad she didn't feel like laughing. Genny took the moment while their order was ready to sweep their surrounding with her eyes trying to find a good spot for them to sit and enjoy their food. "Hey, look, let's go sit there," she spoke, leading her boys to a large stone staircase leading up to a higher street. It was a small walk and they had to cross the street and whatnot, but it was fine.
Oh, Genny definitely told Sam about the brain and beauty contest! What did David think they talked about before bed? Steamy gossip, that's what. Genny hurried up, trying not to look too amused that this was the subject they were going to discuss over their street delights. Her two sandwiches tightly grasped in her hand as she finally made it to the staircase and took a seat there. "It's a contest, not an experiment." she corrected Sam casually, unwrapping one of her sandwiches.
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Oh...no, that wasn't the bill he thought it was. David frowned deeply yet again and just moved to get his sandwich, though he did have to get closer to the suspicious vendor than he would have liked. He would be paying Sam back though. He would slip him the appropriate amount sometime.
He didn't know where Genny was gesturing for them to go sit, but he followed the group to the..... stairs, apparently? Why did they have to sit over here, so far away? It was illogical to travel this far with their precious, warm sandwiches, but he could tell Genny needed some food before hearing any of his remarks. So Davie just shrugged and sat on a different step than her to begin slowly eating his sandwich. Of course, he had just taken a large bite when Sam brought up a dating experiment? Dating? Him?!! Never!!!! Davie tried not to choke on a chunk of falafel.
"It is a c-contest," he stammered, still shocked that THEY WERE DISCUSSING HIM! Why! "But it has nothing to do with dating. It is beauties versus brains." Davie busied himself with his sandwich to avoid further questioning, thanks.
See, Sam had the same line of thought as David. Why was Genny leading them so far away to eat? Wasn't she the one that was famished and hangry? One would think that she'd choose the nearest spot possible. But Sam didn't mention it, just followed her on over to the steps and sat his bum down next to his quidditch star girlfriend.
Okay, so they both corrected him. It was a "contest," not an experiment. Uh huh, right. Sam let his expression speak for itself. "I see." He unwrapped his sandwich and spoke again before he took a bite. "So, what's the point behind it?" This sounded a lot like a muggle television show.
Oh...no, that wasn't the bill he thought it was. David frowned deeply yet again and just moved to get his sandwich, though he did have to get closer to the suspicious vendor than he would have liked. He would be paying Sam back though. He would slip him the appropriate amount sometime.
He didn't know where Genny was gesturing for them to go sit, but he followed the group to the..... stairs, apparently? Why did they have to sit over here, so far away? It was illogical to travel this far with their precious, warm sandwiches, but he could tell Genny needed some food before hearing any of his remarks. So Davie just shrugged and sat on a different step than her to begin slowly eating his sandwich. Of course, he had just taken a large bite when Sam brought up a dating experiment? Dating? Him?!! Never!!!! Davie tried not to choke on a chunk of falafel.
"It is a c-contest," he stammered, still shocked that THEY WERE DISCUSSING HIM! Why! "But it has nothing to do with dating. It is beauties versus brains." Davie busied himself with his sandwich to avoid further questioning, thanks.
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See, Sam had the same line of thought as David. Why was Genny leading them so far away to eat? Wasn't she the one that was famished and hangry? One would think that she'd choose the nearest spot possible. But Sam didn't mention it, just followed her on over to the steps and sat his bum down next to his quidditch star girlfriend.
Okay, so they both corrected him. It was a "contest," not an experiment. Uh huh, right. Sam let his expression speak for itself. "I see." He unwrapped his sandwich and spoke again before he took a bite. "So, what's the point behind it?" This sounded a lot like a muggle television show.
Wow, they were lazy. The stairs were RIGHT THERE, a street away. It was all fine and dandy. She appreciated the submissiveness for both of them today, though. Now that they were all settled in, she bit into her delish sandwich and enjoyed Sam sitting next to her and being supportive even though she was being difficult today.
"Oh it is about dating," Genny corrected Davie, talking in all seriousness but there was a trolling subtext to her words. "They have smart people, like our boy David, and beautiful people team up to solve puzzles or do dares or whatever. It's basically setting people up." She knew exactly what she got him into. Please don't tell her, he didn't see this opportunity. "So, tell us, any of those beauties did anything for you?" Ya know? Genny looked at Sam for assistance. He was the guy, he was supposed to be gross and objective and stuff, not her. Although Sam was the worst guy to go to, to assist in being a traditional man friend. He was way too progressive and nonchalant about David's love life.
Except when it came to Genny going on a date with him to the ministry soiree... mkay, let's not bring that up again.
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It wasn't about being lazy (or conserving energy as Davie thought of it), it was about pure logic and the shortest distance between himself and his sandwich being a straight line to a nearby bit of pavement, not a loopy-loop, cross-the-street escapade.
Gryffindors, smh.
Oh no, no no nooooooo. They were NOT talking about this. David pretended his mouth was too full to contribute to this discussion of his dating life, which was a topic that was absolutely always one-hundred per-cent of the time off-limits. He shook his head and gestured to his mouth, doing some exaggerated chewing (mouth closed of course) to further illustrate his point.
Only, what did Genny mean, do anything for you? He squinted in her direction, only this was a how dare you! squint and not a general your-outline-is-fuzzy-to-my-eyes squint. "What ever do you mean," he pretended to not understand, then second-guessed himself. Because what if she DID know something about this stupid contest she had signed him up for?
"Are you referring to the woman who stole my glasses?" Yes, he might as well mention that himself, in case the missing glasse would distract them from discussing the beauties of the contest. It was a weak effort by him. Weak, like his vision. Davie sighed and chewed thoughtfully on some more sandwich.
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Wow, they were lazy. The stairs were RIGHT THERE, a street away. It was all fine and dandy. She appreciated the submissiveness for both of them today, though. Now that they were all settled in, she bit into her delish sandwich and enjoyed Sam sitting next to her and being supportive even though she was being difficult today.
"Oh it is about dating," Genny corrected Davie, talking in all seriousness but there was a trolling subtext to her words. "They have smart people, like our boy David, and beautiful people team up to solve puzzles or do dares or whatever. It's basically setting people up." She knew exactly what she got him into. Please don't tell her, he didn't see this opportunity. "So, tell us, any of those beauties did anything for you?" Ya know? Genny looked at Sam for assistance. He was the guy, he was supposed to be gross and objective and stuff, not her. Although Sam was the worst guy to go to, to assist in being a traditional man friend. He was way too progressive and nonchalant about David's love life.
Except when it came to Genny going on a date with him to the ministry soiree... mkay, let's not bring that up again.
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It wasn't about being lazy (or conserving energy as Davie thought of it), it was about pure logic and the shortest distance between himself and his sandwich being a straight line to a nearby bit of pavement, not a loopy-loop, cross-the-street escapade.
Gryffindors, smh.
Oh no, no no nooooooo. They were NOT talking about this. David pretended his mouth was too full to contribute to this discussion of his dating life, which was a topic that was absolutely always one-hundred per-cent of the time off-limits. He shook his head and gestured to his mouth, doing some exaggerated chewing (mouth closed of course) to further illustrate his point.
Only, what did Genny mean, do anything for you? He squinted in her direction, only this was a how dare you! squint and not a general your-outline-is-fuzzy-to-my-eyes squint. "What ever do you mean," he pretended to not understand, then second-guessed himself. Because what if she DID know something about this stupid contest she had signed him up for?
"Are you referring to the woman who stole my glasses?" Yes, he might as well mention that himself, in case the missing glasse would distract them from discussing the beauties of the contest. It was a weak effort by him. Weak, like his vision. Davie sighed and chewed thoughtfully on some more sandwich.
First David was insisting this thing wasn't about dating, but now Genny was declaring the exact opposite. And yeah, he believed Genny on this one. Sam munched on his sandwich as the brunette continued on to explain the obvious premise behind the 'beauty' and 'brains' aspect. "So I suppose I'd go in both groups then, hm, babe?" Sam tried to maintain a serious countenance while saying this, but the corners of his lips may have given him away. What, he was joking, okay? All right, half joking. It's not like he could help the fact that he was attractive and smart. It was fortunate that Genny tolerated him despite his more-than-occasional tool-ish behavior.
But the question Genny directed at David piqued Sam's curiosity as well. Whenever Sam saw David he was generally alone. He briefly tried to picture a girl who might be sitting there on the step with David, breaking his loner reputation and pulling him into a duo instead. That'd be an interesting sight. Yes, Sam was mildly curious to see who that might be.
And without even thinking, Sam scoffed at David's 'innocent' "whatever do you mean?" That was telling in itself. "Stole your glasses?" he repeated with lifted eyebrow. So much for losing them. "So the woman you fancy stole your glasses, and what, that's her way of flirting?" That sounded like absolute first year behavior. He hoped there was more to it than that.
It wasn't about being lazy (or conserving energy as Davie thought of it), it was about pure logic and the shortest distance between himself and his sandwich being a straight line to a nearby bit of pavement, not a loopy-loop, cross-the-street escapade.
Gryffindors, smh.
Oh no, no no nooooooo. They were NOT talking about this. David pretended his mouth was too full to contribute to this discussion of his dating life, which was a topic that was absolutely always one-hundred per-cent of the time off-limits. He shook his head and gestured to his mouth, doing some exaggerated chewing (mouth closed of course) to further illustrate his point.
Only, what did Genny mean, do anything for you? He squinted in her direction, only this was a how dare you! squint and not a general your-outline-is-fuzzy-to-my-eyes squint. "What ever do you mean," he pretended to not understand, then second-guessed himself. Because what if she DID know something about this stupid contest she had signed him up for?
"Are you referring to the woman who stole my glasses?" Yes, he might as well mention that himself, in case the missing glasse would distract them from discussing the beauties of the contest. It was a weak effort by him. Weak, like his vision. Davie sighed and chewed thoughtfully on some more sandwich.
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SPOILER!!: Lailar and Roro
First David was insisting this thing wasn't about dating, but now Genny was declaring the exact opposite. And yeah, he believed Genny on this one. Sam munched on his sandwich as the brunette continued on to explain the obvious premise behind the 'beauty' and 'brains' aspect. "So I suppose I'd go in both groups then, hm, babe?" Sam tried to maintain a serious countenance while saying this, but the corners of his lips may have given him away. What, he was joking, okay? All right, half joking. It's not like he could help the fact that he was attractive and smart. It was fortunate that Genny tolerated him despite his more-than-occasional tool-ish behavior.
But the question Genny directed at David piqued Sam's curiosity as well. Whenever Sam saw David he was generally alone. He briefly tried to picture a girl who might be sitting there on the step with David, breaking his loner reputation and pulling him into a duo instead. That'd be an interesting sight. Yes, Sam was mildly curious to see who that might be.
And without even thinking, Sam scoffed at David's 'innocent' "whatever do you mean?" That was telling in itself. "Stole your glasses?" he repeated with lifted eyebrow. So much for losing them. "So the woman you fancy stole your glasses, and what, that's her way of flirting?" That sounded like absolute first year behavior. He hoped there was more to it than that.
Genny was already halfway through her first sandwich, which meant she was 25% less hangry than three minutes ago. She was swallowing a big bite when Sam decided he was the best of both worlds. "Aww," she made the sound through her sealed mouth with a bulging falafel bit on her cheek. "Absolutely, babe." She leaned into him a little. "Especially after you buy me food." Munchmunchmunch. Mhmmm.
... OH! "And me?" she asked back waiting for his obligatory agreement that she did also fit in both categories even though they both know she absolutely did not belong in the brains one. Or the beauties one maybe because she didn't think she had that striking kind of beauty. But Sam wouldn't say the truth............ would he?
Whatever did she mean? She looked dumbfounded, "How many meanings does that have?" And no, it didn't mean 'do' as in steal glasses or open the door or clean his clothes or any kind of literal meaning Davie was probably thinking of right now. She assumed Davie guessed she thought it was a dumb question by her rhetorical question. On the upside, Sam was taking this one with her too. "Taking someone's glasses can be a flirting technique. If the girl was edgy and spunky." Genny gave her two knuts with a lopsided smile.
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Babe this and babe that. David tried to not show his disgust on his face. The couple-talk was almost putting him off his sandwich, and he had nothing to contribute to their discussion. Genny was a beauty, he personally believed. She had always been striking to him. Sam, on the other hand.... well was there a category for arrogant buttwipes? Maybe they could make a new one up for him. See, this was why David stuck to himself; couples were annoying.
He munched more of his sandwich with another broody albeit squintyLOOK in the couples' general direction. "I didn't say I fancy her," he stated bluntly. Let's get that right. "Sachiko isn't a girl, either. She's a woman and a model or something. And it doesn't matter, because she wasn't my partner for this thing."
MER-LIN! He needed to shut up. Shutting up, shutting up now. He stuffed the rest of his sandwich into his mouth, all in one bite, even though it should have been several, and even though it caused him to take on the appearance of a gopher. Whatever, he was eating! Clearly! Look at his lightly blushing face which was simply bulging from the food in his cheeks! Could they not talk to him now?!
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London was just as unfortunate as she remembered it to be. Though that should come as no surprise seeing as she had just been in the area last week because of MORE meetings with lawyers and documents to sign and UGH. She still, unfortunately, had to spend so much time unnecessarily in the area while the divorce finalized and all she wanted to do was retreat to her not-even-close-to-being-humble abode in Paris. Diagon Alley in particular lacked a certain sophistication despite the way it pulled on her shriveled heartstrings.
Cherry red stilettos clicking as she strut her way across the square (perhaps just so happening to pass by a certain trio), she was fishing through her clutch for her lipstick to reapply when one of her heels just so happened to slip between the cracks in the ground's stone design and she stumbled. Stumbled and dropped her clutch while releasing a VERY displeased squeak into the air.
To be fair, it was more of a cross between a squeak and a shriek and ear bleeding all the same.
Fear for her ankles? Hardly. Her SHOE was at stake here and apparently incredibly wedged in there.
Little help someone? Anyone? Damsel in distress over here.
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Sam noticed Genny's hangriness gradually leaving her like helium slowly leaving from the end of a balloon. A little 'aww'ing here, and a little lean into him there. Oh yeah. Mood improving. It was a good thing for all of them that her mood was improving.
The general sourness coming from David's direction wasn't unnoticed, and although Sam neglected to comment on it, it did oddly remind him of the same sort of expression he himself would make whenever Genny and former-boyfriend Mason would get too touchy. His eyes stuck on David a moment longer, until Genny reeled his attention back in with a question. And her, what was her category? "Beauty," he answered easily. Genny possessed that effortless attractiveness of which not even she was fully aware. "Not to impugn your intelligence, though." He took another bite of his sandwich.
In fact, Sam was mid-chew when Lemonface over here named the glasses-stealing-girl. Sachiko. Sachiko? Sachiko who is a woman and a model. In other words, definitely the same Sachiko he knew. Well. This was a small world. Conveniently eating a bite of falafel, Sam decided to just use his mouth for eating right now.
Meanwhile, there was a certain clack-clack pattern that had been ringing into his ears. It was one of those background noises that you don't fully notice until it stops. And it stopped all right: in a way that only the pairing of high heels and cobblestone could produce. He looked up to see this decked-out, stiletto-wearing (or previously-wearing) woman sprawled on the uneven cobblestone. Yes, Sam did feel the immediate need to help this stupid woman, but not only was David a step closer to her, he also didn't have a girlfriend sitting right next to him.
"Yikes – there you go, David. There's your meet-cute." He nudged his knee into the man for him to get going.
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