Chapter 4
Someone asked me to post longer chapters... The thing is these are meant to be small, this is a drabble fic.
Thanks JennDur for beta'ing for me.
Dinner was awkward with my father continuously prompting me to speak with Sam. It had become obvious rather quickly that dear old dad was trying to play matchmaker, even if I wasn't really going along with it. Though I had to play along because he kept stepping on my foot when I'd say something that could be construed as rude or disrespectful.
When we were all done with our meal and dessert, I was asked to walk our guest out. At the door Sam fidgeted and stammered over his goodbye. I just nodded and waved, not sure what to make of his behavior. Closing the door, I muttered weird to myself.
I was about to make my escape to my room, when Dad called me into the living room. He was alone, sitting in his recliner and asked me to sit on the couch. "Now, Leah," he started. "We need to have a chat about you and Sam."
See ya tomorrow.