Theme: General
Pairing: None, Sam centric
Rating: K
A/N: This takes place roughly ten years in the future
The place they were at was expensive. The decor was finer than anything Sam had ever seen before. The table's linens probably cost more than she wanted to know. She felt nervous, she wasn't going to fit in here. What if she used the wrong fork, or didn't know which wine would pair correctly with her dinner.
A hand on her leg drew her out of her thoughts.
"Sam relax. No one is going to judge you, they're going to be too busy watching the awards." She tried to follow his instructions, but she was too wound up.
Eventually the awards started up and she could finally relax. Jake was right, no one was paying attention to them.
"And the winner for best article by a journalist aged twenty-five or younger goes to, ...Samantha Forster!" Sam was in shock, she had won. A grin erupted on her face, she stood up and headed to the stage.
As she accepted her award, all thoughts of the fancy diner were banished from her mind.