Samuel
Had Sam known the girl he watched was thinking of him as 'old', he would have been rather offended; as it happened he was only embarrassed as he saw her begin to walk over, clearly having noticed his accidental staring. He really didn't want to gain a reputation as someone that watched young girls at parties, was going to feebly tell her he was just zoned out when she did not come to chide him, but to simply ask if he wanted something."Um...n-no, sorry, I..." Sam tried to think of how to respond to this, wondering if it was meant to be a conversation starter: after all, they were at a party. The point was to talk to new people, wasn't it? Perhaps he was meant to respond with a joke or some kind of excellent one-line quip: neither thing was his speciality. "...I was ju-just...thinking I recognised you ff..fffrom somewhere. Um. The Fe-festival of Lights, maybe. I'm pr-probably mistaken."
I drink too much coffee and I think of you often
In a city where reality has long been forgotten
