It was almost eight in the evening and Sam was still smiling like an eternally invigorated trooper. She was pleasant despite those that Haley would classify as monster customers with all those "minus this", "add that", and the agonizingly long pauses for the contemplative.
It's a sandwich. Haley couldn't figure out what was so complicated about picking bread, meat and everything that went in between.
And still, Sam grinned like it didn't bother her one bit while Haley would have given them hell; eyes bugging out as her nostrils flared. She'd probably have a deep, ominous voice coupled by heavy breathing.
For that, she was amazed by her girlfriend. She was also amazed that her friends devoured their free dinner at an impressive rate with Jane mumbling "I'm hungry, stop judging me" when s
