Samantha wasn’t sure why she was so nervous. She’d known Sarah for a considerable amount of time, and it wasn’t like this was her opportunity to make a good or bad impression in the girl, considering all the facts involved. But Samantha witnessed how things went in the house, and when someone felt something that strayed even a little from friendship, it was usually left alone until it blew up, for good or for bad, and she didn’t want that. She liked to be upfront, and just waiting until something happened wasn’t really her style. Besides, Samantha thought that Sarah deserved something better than that. She deserved an actual date, flowers and dinner – not a cheap excuse. It’s not like Samantha was any expert in romancing, but she decided to follow her gut on that one.
After much bargaining and making puppy eyes a few times, she managed to get someone to serve them dinner before they actually went up the tower, something Samantha was quite pleased with. Once they’d landed in Paris, she went to the hotel first so she could get dressed, not doing anything fancy but choosing a black sleeveless dress and curling her hair slightly, making sure she looked nice and then taking the car to the tower, a single rose in her hand rather than a whole bouquet, something she considered tacky. Nervously chewing on her bottom lip, she glanced from side to side, hoping Sarah would arrive soon.
Sarah wasn’t really a person who got nervous, she didn’t really experience nerves. Sure, she was rather jumpy around crowds and loud noises, but it wasn’t like people themselves made her nervous. She was actually very good at dealing with people, she thought she had excellent social skills. But that didn’t stop her from staying awake the entire flight to France - A feat in itself, really, considering the usual effects of air pressure on her body - and changing her outfit nearly four times, which really was ridiculous given the fact that she likely wouldn’t be wearing it for long. Well, not if she had anything to do with it, anyways. She’d been on dates before, of course… Well, she’d gone out to dinner a few times with Davlin and had gone to far more parties than she should of with significant others when she was younger, but she’d never really been formally asked out, not this way, not the way Samantha was doing it. That fact in itself made her wiggle around in her seat, her fingers pressed over her pulse in a tic that involved counting off her own heartbeat. There was something incredibly… endearing about Samantha. Sarah didn’t know why she’d told the girl everything she had - Literally everything, things that even her sister didn’t know about. And for some reason, Sarah recounted as she adjusted her skirt, knee length and made of navy fabric, she’d never considered the fact that Samantha might reject her because of her past. The thought had never crossed her mind, and that revelation stunned her more than anything else.
Sarah checked herself once more in the hotel room mirror - Her skirt was paired with a black, long sleeved sweater, earrings that matched the dark blue of her skirt and her hair up in a bun, held in place by the sterling silver clip her sister had given her before she’d left, and left the room. She met Tulio - Who had donned a suit for the occasion and gave Sarah a sly smile as he fixed the camera, resting on his shoulder before holding open the door for her and allowing her to lead the way. Sarah hadn’t taken her anxiety meds, for once - She wanted to be there for Samantha, really, truly, herself, and yet the crowds of people still barely affected her - The butterflies beating their bats against the inside of her stomach had taken precedence over her usual panic.
She spotted Samantha before the other girl spotted her, and Sarah grinned, doing her best to approach as quietly as possible from behind the girl. She slipped her hand to Samantha’s waist once she was close enough, pressing her lips to the girl’s shoulder and grinning again as she straightened. “Hey,”
You don’t even - How do you… ARE YOU SPYING ON ME, JESSE?