Brittany sighed as she absentmindedly thumbed through a magazine, not paying any attention to what she was reading. Sam glanced up from the opposite end of the sofa where he had been, rather messily, enjoying a donut. "What's wrong, Britt?" he asked with his mouth full.
Brittany tossed the abandoned magazine onto the coffee table, tucking her legs underneath herself as she turned towards him. "I don't know. It's just…it's been a while." Her voice lowered at that last part though there was no one else around.
Sam wiped his mouth free of any sugary crumbs with the back of his hand and stared at her blankly. "A while since what?"
Brittany raised her eyebrows, looking at him expectantly. "Oh!" He blushed and nodded uncomfortably. "Right, yeah. I knew what you were talking about."
He hesitated. "You were talking about sex, right?" he asked, just to be sure.
Brittany rolled her eyes at his awkwardness.
"Yes. Well, no. Not just sex. But like dating. I miss dating. I haven't been on a real date since Kyle." She shuddered at the memory. Kyle had been a greasy-haired immature creep. He practically spent the entire evening talking to her boobs. She ended up accepting a fake call and pretending she had to leave for a family emergency.
"Oh, come on. He wasn't that bad, was it?"
"He told me he had a PhD."
"Whoa, really? That's impressive."
"Yeah, a pretty huge-"
"Okay, okay!" He grimaced, his face contorting so that his generous lips looked even bigger. "Dude, that's weird. You're like my sister."
Brittany shrugged, poking at his pout so that he sucked his lips into his mouth. "You asked," she retorted.
Sam slumped further into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. "Man, the dating world is rough."
"Tell me about it," she sighed, matching his position.
The two sat for a moment, lost in their self-pity. Sam suddenly sat up straight, one finger pointed straight up. "Hey, I have an idea! What if," he paused for dramatic effect, "we set each other up?"
"What?"
"Think about it, Britt. It's perfect. I'll pick out someone for you and you'll pick out someone for me. And then we could like go on a double date or something!"
Brittany cocked her head to the side a little, considering.
"C'mon, Britt. You trust my judgment, don't you?"
"Well…"
Sam whined, "Brittany!"
"Okay, okay. I'm in! You better find me someone really hot, though."
Sam grinned. "Britt, don't you worry about a thing. I totally got this."