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Ok...not mine and all that jazz.
This takes place in the two seconds from when Sam talks about his suit to asking her to dance.
OK...ALSO...one of the quotes isn't in the movie, but from the original script which can be found here online at geocities.
"I always feel like such a goofball in these penguin suits. Like I'm at my own wedding or something."
He'd let it out. It was gone without a second thought. Freudian slip. Mistake anyone could make…right?
'Penguin suit.' He inwardly groaned.
Penguins.
Sam had been hell-bent on avoiding that topic around Josie; he almost laughed. Almost. Penguins weren't usually a banned topic of conversation.
'…Adele penguins spend their whole lives looking for that one other penguin and when they meet them, they know. And they spend the rest of their lives together.'
Sam wasn't stupid. He knew he was falling for her; of course he knew. How could you not know?
But she was a student…and yet, no matter how many times he told himself this it never quite clicked. She certainly didn't act seventeen.
Seventeen.
He was twenty-seven.
He was seventeen 10 years ago.
He met Lara five years ago.
Josie was seven 10 years ago.
He broke up with Lara one week ago.
Josie almost kissed him one week ago…or he almost kissed her…he wasn't quite sure on this point. It had been the damn penguins again.
'Our penguin, right?'
'Do you think you'll find her?'
'Yeah, actually I do.'
He remembered how bad he'd wanted to kiss her; hadn't he also been sure that she wanted to kiss him? He thought he had.
He had thought he was a well mannered, law abiding, man…but the closer he looked at Josie the more he felt his resolve failing…like he might tell her that she was his penguin at any moment.
Dangerous business, penguins.
He would've never thought that flightless, artic birds would give him so much trouble.
He wasn't sure if he minded this trouble…because, for trouble, it wasn't very troubling. He shouldn't think that.
She was a student.
Off limits.
…with a protective bubble of laws and rules surrounding her.
He wanted so bad to touch her. Even for just a moment.
He could ask her to dance.
Should he ask her to dance?
What was the worst she could do?
Say no? Sam liked that possibility less than not touching her.
He wasn't sure what he would do if she said no.
The quick image of her backing away with a horrorstruck face flashed in his mind. She wouldn't do that…would she? He didn't think she would.
She had certainly surprised him on many occasions…although none of those had been unwelcome surprises; though perhaps maybe they should be.
He wanted to tell her he loved her.
He wanted her to call him Sam.
He wanted her to be older than seventeen.
He wanted to pull her close…and he was sure that if he did that he wouldn't be able to let go.
He remembered hearing once a man, describing himself as violently in love, say that he wanted to freeze time, watch his beloved for longer than forever. Sam meant no disrespect, but he could never see himself wanting that; Josie was the most beautiful girl in the world, and he felt like he could look at her forever, but what kind of a love was that? Admiration…maybe. Lust. Desire. But love? He thought there was a little more than that to love.
He wanted to know her…not just look at her.
He hoped she wanted to know him.
He hoped she would dance with him.
He hoped his evening would end on a happy note.
He hoped she hadn't noticed him say 'Penguin suit.'
"You wanna…?" Sam gestured to the dance floor; he was proud of himself, he'd nearly managed to say a full sentence.