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Chapter 2: Every Time She Smiles.
"You mean it? Oh thank you sir!" She reached out to hug him, but stopped short. Disappointed, Sam stepped back from Jack. "This means a great deal to me. I didn't want to have to go by myself."
"Understood Major," Jack said briskly. "Now, if you'll excuse me."
Sidestepping her, his usually sure stance seemed slightly wobbly to Sam, as she watched him walk the short distance to his quarters.
Hours later, Jack kept muttering to himself, "This is a bad idea," as he thought back to their phone conversation. "We are tempting fate here, and nothing can become of it." Frowning darkly, he scrutinized his appearance in the floor-length mirror as he straightened his white, polyester jacket. "And I don't dance. How did I let her talk me into dancing." *Why didn't she tell me it was a dance club when she had me in the flesh? Of course not, she knew I wouldn't go. Instead, she gets me on the phone an hour before and gives me the details.* He grinned at himself in the mirror. "Sneaky little Minx, she knew I wouldn't back out then." He scowled at his unruly hair, seeming to notice it for the first time. Dabbing a little bit of Brill Creme onto the palm of his hand, he attempted to make himself look decent. "Darn cowlick!" he exclaimed. "Never changes," he muttered. "At least I still fit into my clothes," he stated with satisfaction as he locked the front door behind him. "Managed to keep my good figure," he said to himself, chuckling.
Twirling in front of the mirror, Sam smoothed down her dress. "I don't know." She stared uncertainly at herself in the mirror. "Maybe, I should wear the blue one." She sighed and plopped down on her bed. "Who am I kidding? I've just been telling myself all day long, it's not a date, it's not a date, but for crying out loud, it is!" She closed her eyes. "I am definitely tempting fate." Sam smiled faintly, *But is that really a bad thing?*
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Chapter 2: Every Time She Smiles.
"You mean it? Oh thank you sir!" She reached out to hug him, but stopped short. Disappointed, Sam stepped back from Jack. "This means a great deal to me. I didn't want to have to go by myself."
"Understood Major," Jack said briskly. "Now, if you'll excuse me."
Sidestepping her, his usually sure stance seemed slightly wobbly to Sam, as she watched him walk the short distance to his quarters.
Hours later, Jack kept muttering to himself, "This is a bad idea," as he thought back to their phone conversation. "We are tempting fate here, and nothing can become of it." Frowning darkly, he scrutinized his appearance in the floor-length mirror as he straightened his white, polyester jacket. "And I don't dance. How did I let her talk me into dancing." *Why didn't she tell me it was a dance club when she had me in the flesh? Of course not, she knew I wouldn't go. Instead, she gets me on the phone an hour before and gives me the details.* He grinned at himself in the mirror. "Sneaky little Minx, she knew I wouldn't back out then." He scowled at his unruly hair, seeming to notice it for the first time. Dabbing a little bit of Brill Creme onto the palm of his hand, he attempted to make himself look decent. "Darn cowlick!" he exclaimed. "Never changes," he muttered. "At least I still fit into my clothes," he stated with satisfaction as he locked the front door behind him. "Managed to keep my good figure," he said to himself, chuckling.
Twirling in front of the mirror, Sam smoothed down her dress. "I don't know." She stared uncertainly at herself in the mirror. "Maybe, I should wear the blue one." She sighed and plopped down on her bed. "Who am I kidding? I've just been telling myself all day long, it's not a date, it's not a date, but for crying out loud, it is!" She closed her eyes. "I am definitely tempting fate." Sam smiled faintly, *But is that really a bad thing?*