Corny's POV
As I closed Sam's door my smile vanished. Shit shit shit. No way does Corny/Robert Collins do romance no way. I walked in to the elevator dammit she was so hot and PAPERWORK what the Fuck was I thinking. As soon as I walked in to my flat I threw myself down on the sofa I remembered me telling her I had a fear of big empty spaces WHAT SORT OF LOSER DOES THAT. And I took her refreshers.
At six PM I dragged my butt of the couch and to the shower. As I stood under the hot water my mind wandered, if Sam was in here imagine all the stuff we could be doing...
"Stop it Collins," I said aloud. Turning of the shower,I grabbed my towel to wipe my eyes as soon as I opened them Sam was standing in front of me her face was Very red.
"Um you left your Jacket," she mumbled.
"Oh uh thanks," I said wrapping a towel around my waist and taking the jacket. "How did you get in here?"
"Your uh door was open and you were singing and then I sorta stumbled in here, I didn't see anything Robert I promise," she said quickly.
"It's Corny please not Robert the Robot." I muttered
"Robert the Robot?" Sam asked.
"Mhm I talked funny like a robot when I was younger so instead of Robert the Called me Robot," I said now equally as red. Sam looked at me her eyes big.
"You don't sound like a Robot."
"Well I did get speech therapy but the name stuck," I explained pulling the towel tighter. Sam noticed this.
"I should leave," She said.
"Wait," I said quickly without thinking
"Yeah."
Would you like to have dinner with me? I wanted to ask but my stupid mouth wouldn't work. "Thanks."
"Your welcome Corny." She said walking out.