When she saw the note she just muttered, normally this would have made her laugh, smile at least, but it didn't. Not today because she didn't want to be teased about a relationship with Dr Ashford. Sure, he was a lovely guy and good looking too but there was one problem - he wasn't Tom.
"You should lock it, that's why they call it a locker"
She jumped at the sound of his voice, and with it's gentle teasing tone she felt her heart flutter, she tried to think up a witty response but when she looked up at his face a sarcastic smile was all she could manage.
"What a day, fancy a drink?" He looked at her pleadingly, knowing they had to talk had to figure out what was going on between them. For a second he saw her lingering then the mask came back down -
"No sorry - I'm beat" as she said the words she pulled her jacket around her shoulders, her full intention to head for the door, head home - every part of her aching to stay with Tom but her head spitting the blunt facts at her, 'he doesn't want commitment, he doesn't want love and he doesn't want a relationship'. She sighed and turned for the door.
That's when he realised he was going to lose her, she was going to walk out of the building and he was going to lose her, she'd come back tomorrow and she'd go on her date with Ash on Friday and she woudn't be his Sam. 'My Sam' he thought, did he just think that? Was he ready to settle down, to commit? But then he saw her slim frame headed for the door, jacket hidden by that golden hair now hanging loosly around her shoulders and he knew what he needed to do.
"I didn't like seeing you in trouble like that"
"Yeah well don't worry about it, I'll live", her reply was exactly what he expected of her, victim of a pretty serious attack and she was just shrugging it off, being Sam.
"I didn't like it when i saw you with your Mr Nobody". This made Sam's head turn and her heart thunder but she pushed it away her was just being jealous, egotistical, couldn't face anyone doing better than him she tried to persuade herself.
"That's called male pride, you'll get over it", saying this she began to once again head for the door satisfied she had ended the conversation.
Was it just male pride? Was he just jealous? For a fleeting second he pondered his desision, but no, would male pride cause his heart to grind to a juddering halt every time he saw her? Could mere jealousy be the reason for the butterflies in his stomach when she spoke to him or the jolts her felt whenever their skin made contact. No, that was not jealousy, nor was it pride, and that was when Dr Tom Kent, womaniser, rogue, mandotory flirt, realised he was in love.