It was Nessa who told her, in between two whales and a few phone calls.
She remembers the exact words she pronounced: it's crazy how Danny keeps looking at you, Sam.
She did not pay much attention at the time, but she put the secret in a small corner of her mind, where nothing goes out. But today, she can't stop thinking about it—about him—because she sees him everywhere.
It's stupid, really.
Because Danny is like glue. His smile and his good mood stick on her skin, under her skin, and even if she closes her eyes, she can still feel him sometimes.
She hates it, hates him, she thinks.
But then, he throws a soft "Hey!" and an even softer "Sorry, Sam!" for running into her, and then his hand lightly, intimately brushes with the small of her back and she doesn't have time to yell at him for bumping into her that he's already gone.
But the smell of his perfume is still here though, and Sam swears under her breath because she doesn't hate him that much actually.
