AN: I stupidly overworked myself, trying to juggle too many things, and it resulted in weakened health, causing various ailments. This is about the first day I'm not delirious. Sorry for the late update. I know it's shorter than usual, even by my standards, but please put up with me. m(_ _)m
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone but the Samantha Rhôdes portrayed in this story.
Yeah, those were the words that left my mouth upon entering the room.
I flushed again, feeling sooooooo fucking lame.
It seems to be becoming a habit.
I fidgeted, "Where do you want me to start?", I enquired,staring at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, and honestly having no idea where to begin myself.
"By this point I can't even pinpoint what the beginning is, let alone where to start", I murmured softly, not quite realizing I said that last bit out loud, until it had already left my mouth.
My blush deepened.
A HABIT I tell you.
An awkward silence ensued.