Sam snorted, lips tugging up at the edges as he shook his head.
"Just because you saw me and immediately wanted to spend the rest of your life with me doesn't mean I immediately felt the same. Sorry we're not a Disney movie, Gabe." Gabriel waved a hand aimlessly and sipped at his coffee, tapping out some extra touches on one of his many projects that Garth had emailed him for help with. Hey, college wasn't a picnic.
"Whatever. I know you fell head over heels the second you saw me in all my sweatpants-ed glory."
"You were working at Starbucks. You were in khakis and an apron." Sam flipped a page in his book. "I really dug that visor."
"That sounds wrong for some reason even though I know it's grammatically correct."
"You're the worst English tutor ever."
"I love you too, babe." Sam glanced over to the armchair Gabriel was tucked into, Gabriel's tapping being the only sound in the room.
"... I fell 'head over heels' for you like-four months after we met," he said finally, flipping another page and hearing Gabriel hum a curious affirmative.
"That long? Damn, I gotta step up my game for my next sugar daddy. I don't remember what outrageously charming thing I was doing, what sealed the deal?" he asked, not looking up from the laptop perched on his thighs. Sam's lips quirked up and he shrugged, directing his attention from his book to Gabriel.
"Nothing. It was actually just a really ordinary day." Gabriel didn't fight a smile too hard, and let a ghost of one slip onto his face.
"So you just looked over at my hella perfect self and thought, 'Damn, look at that fine piece 'a ass. I'm so in love'?" Sam huffed a sound of amusement through his nose and flitted to another page.
"Yeah, something like that."
Gabriel's tapping quieted.