"Eyeing up new talent"
"What do you mean new talent."
"New as in started last week and talent as in you're tongue was hanging out you're mouth"
"My tongue was doing nothing of the sort"
"Oh it's nothing to be ashamed of, you're a man besides they say a persons reach should exceed their grasp."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh you were so looking"
"Right can we save the fun and games until later"
Dylan stared at Samantha, so many thoughts flying round his head. He realised Zoe was still watching as Sam introduced herself. She was always such good actor, unlike him.
"Hello" she said staring at him. It can't be her, it can't be her Dylan tried to convince him self.
"what the hell are you doing here?" He asked quietly, leaning towards her not wanting anyone to overhear. He was genuinely wanting to know. He didn't know how she still recognised him. He didn't even know if she was alive before now.
Earlier that morning
Sam awoke to a bright sunny day and birds chirping outside her window. She actually felt happy and excited, a feeling she hadn't experienced for ages. She walked over to her wardrobe choosing a casual outfit to wear. As she pulled of her clothes she caught sight of her scars in the mirror. She sighed feeling the red marks across her thighs at least none were fresh she though to herself. She was a new person anyway, since she left the care home and studied at university she had changed. She though most of her scars were caused by that one care home.
She wondered what she would do if she was questioned about her life at work. She could hide her emotions pretty well and was glad for that, she had had plenty of practise of lying about her life. She could be just like the other doctors with there happy families. Certainly not with a dad who left and a mother who committed sever side right in front if they're 12 yr old daughter. She shivered at the image that came to her head then her flat after grabbing breakfast.
so there you go... Please rate and review as I'm not sure about this fic :/