Diane couldn't believe what Sam was doing. He was making a play for the object of Coach's affections. How dare he? Who did he think he was? She'd thought that there were lines he wouldn't cross, but apparently she was wrong. He really did chase anything in a skirt.
She wanted to tell him to back off, to leave her alone for Coach's sake, but she knew that Coach would be upset at her for saying anything. Still, she had to find a way to get through to Sam.
"Sam, might I have a word with you for a moment?"
"I've never known you to have just one word," he laughed as he walked to the side of the bar to join her.
"Sam, I want you to do me a favor. "
"Is your definition of favor the same is mine? If so my couch pulls out in the office."
She decided to ignore him. "Do you know that girl on the end of the bar?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"I want you to leave her alone."
"What? My my, jealousy rears its ugly head, and that ugly head is Diane Chambers."
"Me, jealous! Ha! Nothing can be further from the truth, let me assure you. But I do ask this most sincerely. Say you'll stay away from her."
"Now you're kinda making me want her even more."
"Sam, please. This is important."
"You say this about all the girls I see. What are you doing, saving me for yourself?"
"Hardly. I just think it would be for the best if you stayed away from her."
"Okay, okay, whatever you say. Just stop begging. It doesn't become you."
As Sam walked away, the thought that Diane might indeed be jealous pleased him to no end. She liked him, he was more sure of that than ever, and pretty soon it looks like he might get the chance he'd been secretly hoped for. He'd never seen Diane so jealous before, and he had to admit he kind of liked it. She was a mystery, but she kept him on his toes. Just then he spotted another pretty young girl at the end of the bar and he grinned.
Let her try to stop me this time, he thought as he strutted across the room.