Yes

"Wannagooutwithme?"

Sam raises an eyebrow. She fixes Cam with a confused stare. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that, Cam."

He gulps, licks his lips, forces a smile onto his face that he's too nervous to really pull off. "Never mind," he says. "It really doesn't matter." He ducks his head and studiously searches the ground with his eyes.

"No, Cam. Tell me," Sam urges. "Say it again." She pauses to smile and run her fingers through her hair. "Slower this time, though."

Cam shifts uneasily on his feet and shrugs. Might as well jump into the hole now that he's taken the time to dig it. "Okay... I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime? You know. Grab a beer or dinner or something."

Before Sam can respond, he adds, "it could be fun," and offers her a nervous grin.

Her other eyebrow raises to meet the first. "I…uh…wow! Cam, I don't know what to say! I didn't think you, well, you know."

Cam takes a breath to calm his racing heart. "Well I do, 'you know'," he replies with an offhanded smile. "I do a lot. And I think you should say 'yes'."

For a full ten seconds, Sam rakes her eyes over him, studying him, assessing him. When he's certain she's about to reject him, she opens her mouth and his heart twists in his chest.

The corner of Sam's mouth twitches up.

"Yes."

fin.