Sam opened the bottle of soda in front of Diane, and served it in a glass with a few ice cubes and a slice of lemon.

-You usually say these things to the women that it you has just met? -Diane asked.

-No, only with you -said Sam- But you are a very attractive woman with a beautiful eyes.

Diane wanted to maintain her pose of offended and dignified woman, but had no choice but to laugh. She was used to the corseted speech of Sumner, and the carefree way of speaking of Sam was for her as a breath of fresh air.

-You're a trickster -Diane was laughing. I think you were kidding.

-No way! -Sam said trying to show seriousness and sincerity.- What happens is that I am a sensitive man to feminine beauty. And it so happens that you are a very beautiful woman, and a sensitive guy like me could fall in love. I´m sure you have a million broken hearts behind you!.

-Continue, continue -said Diane laughing to the unison with Sam.- I think that you are very funny.

-Serious -Sam said smiling but calmer.- What I said sorry indeed. He had taken of the hand to Diane. She realized that he taken her hand, but she did not move back. It was a fun game, and Sam was surprising her.

-So ... Are you honest?

-Absolutely, categorically. -affirmed Sam.

-Then, It is true that you are falling in love with me?. -asked Diane.

-You're very clever. I think you set up a trap for me. Where is the trick?

Diane laughed. She was enjoying. By his way of speak and behaviour of Sam, it was clear that either by his bartending job, or for any other reason, he knew how to treat a woman. She did not want to admit, but she was beginning to feel attracted to him.

- I think I will not answer.

-Why not? -Diane said still laughing.

-Because I think you're playing with my poor heart -said Sam. Is it that what you do with your victims, Ms. Chambers?. -Sam suddenly stopped. He realized he had goofed. He had to get out of that embarrassing situation.

-How do you know my surname?.- Diane had gone from fun to suspicion in tenths of a second and she removed her hand from Sam quickly.

At that moment Carla came, grumbling as usual.

-Okay! I was late again! I not think it's so important. When I was about to leave my child, he has vomited over me and I´ve had to change clothes. I will not work for anyone who does not feel sorry for my children! -shouted Carla.

-Do you think I've been too hard with Carla, Coach?. - Sam asked.

-No, I do not think -he answered.

-Sorry! -Diane called to Sam- Yet you have not answered to my question...

-How do you say?. -Sam said shamming distraction. Ah, yes! The question ... Well ... Well ... your jacket.

-My jacket?. -said Diane surprised.

-My mother had her coats with her name embroidered on a small ribbon sewn into the lining of the neck. When I saw that tape on your jacket, I thought I could be your name. But if is the name of your dressmaker, or so, I apologize.

Diane looked askance her jacket. Sure enough. She didn't remember when she removed it and deposited it there, but it was there.

-My jacket! ,Of course! -Diane was embarrassed.

The laughter ended. Sam and Diane stared each other wordlessly. Their mutual looks said it all. Sam had taken back his hands Diane's han and she didn't separate from his side.

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