Then they're back in their seats (Andy slides into the row from the other side this time, who cares if it's further, no WAY is she waiting for that couple again) and man, no amount of cheering can drown out the awkward. Or maybe that's just Andy. Sam looks completely fine, and oh, screw him, seriously. This is getting ridiculous.
He's got his arm around her seat again. The date to non-date ratio is completely shot, 60/40 probably, and whatever, she's going for broke.
"I'm just saying, you can't just, like, kiss a person."
"I can't?" He turns to look at her, even though the Leafs are all around the net, two, maybe three shots on goal. His face is calm, and super close, and wow, yeah, she really hopes that's him lifting the hair off the back of her neck.
"It's rude." Definitely, definitely touching her neck now. She takes a huge bite of hotdog, just so her mouth is non-accessible.
"Well, McNally--" shit, he's smiling at her now "--I guess I'm a pretty rude guy." The GOAL! buzzer goes off, loud and insistent. Neither of them looks.
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He's got his arm around her seat again. The date to non-date ratio is completely shot, 60/40 probably, and whatever, she's going for broke.
"I'm just saying, you can't just, like, kiss a person."
"I can't?" He turns to look at her, even though the Leafs are all around the net, two, maybe three shots on goal. His face is calm, and super close, and wow, yeah, she really hopes that's him lifting the hair off the back of her neck.
"It's rude." Definitely, definitely touching her neck now. She takes a huge bite of hotdog, just so her mouth is non-accessible.
"Well, McNally--" shit, he's smiling at her now "--I guess I'm a pretty rude guy." The GOAL! buzzer goes off, loud and insistent. Neither of them looks.