Her heart was in her throat.
There he was, his head tilted down at the papers on the desk, those red-brown eyes flickering across the surface. His hair, a chocolate brown, was gently wavy, combed neatly around his face and cut to a neat point at the nape of his neck. He wore his signature red sweater and black slacks, his long, thin fingers trailing across the papers.
Oh God, she couldn’t do this.
There’s no way this would work out, she just couldn’t—
She almost jumped out of her skin when he addressed her.
“Oh, u-um…i-it’s um…well, I….”
He lifted his gaze to hers, observing her quietly.
“What is it?”
“It’s just…never mind, i-it’s not important,” she said, waving it off with a deep blush, turning to walk off.
“Surely it is if you came to me,” he said before she would turn away.
“Well, kind of. To me. Maybe. Oh, I can’t do this…” Sam groaned, pressing her hands against her face. Kankri’s brows rose as he set the papers on the table, walking over to the girl.
Truth be told, the woman interested him. She was a hard worker, which he appreciated and she knew the rules when it came to the restaurant and to dining and cooking. She wasn’t bad looking either, curvy with luscious dark curls that fell down her back. Her skin was a rich tan from her Italian heritage, her dark hazel eyes curious and eager to work and learn. Right now, though, they looked embarrassed and wary, her cheeks red as she chewed on her bottom lip.
“Sam, please tell me, I’d be more than happy to help you,” Kankri said.
“…I…I don’t know if you can help me with this…it’s…kind of personal and I was hoping for an answer….” She mumbled.
“Well…I may not be the best for this, but maybe I can listen?” he offered.
“No, it’s stupid, I’m sorry for bothering you Kankri,” she said, shaking her head and backing away, turning and hurrying off, leaving a mildly confused man.
Sam spent the rest of the day berating herself for her stupidity. She felt stupid and she felt embarrassed by her own inability to stiffen her upper lip and just say it. She knew if she didn’t, one of the other girls there that had been eyeing him would surely find themselves in front of him flirting and trying to go out with him. And they would probably have a better chance. They were skinnier and prettier and a hell of a lot more confident than herself.
She slammed a pot onto the stove, making her coworker jump beside her and look at her oddly.
“Now ith there a reathon for that?” the male asked, looking at her over his dual-colored glasses. The man was really into anything bi-colored or bi-numbered. Hell, even his eyes were bi-colored. He had a deep brown eye and a bright blue eye. Apparently it was a trait that ran in his family because his father and older brother had heterochromia too. He was known for wearing two colors at all times. He was also known for being a bipolar asshole with a superiority complex and a hacker, but he really wasn’t too awful of a person to be around. He worked at the restaurant as a side job. It took a while to get used to him and definitely took a little bit to understand him because of his lisp.
“Yes, Sol, there is. I’m stupid and cowardly and can’t make up my god damn mind if I should even tell someone I like them!” Sam hissed, tossing some olive oil in the pan as she turned up the heat, swirling it to coat the inside of the pan.
“Thimple. Go up to him, pull him into a kisth and tell anyone who protesth to kisth your asth,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Not that easy,” she scowled. “I’m not skinny, or pretty or that damn confident in myself.”
“You’re right, you’re not,” he said, continuing to slice tomatoes. “You’re healthy, you’re beautiful and I’ve yet to thee you back down from a challenge. Don’t think about thothe other girlth, Tham. It’ll only make it theem worthe for you.”
“….thanks, Sol,” she mumbled, her cheeks red from his comment. He really could be a nice guy, when he wanted to. “What’s the catch on the confidence boost?”
“You take over my thift tonight.”
“And you just walked away?! Gah, Sam you were so close!!!”
“I know, I just…I can’t do it! For one thing, I’ve seen him turn down Latula, of all people, probably one of the prettiest bad ass girls around! I can’t stand up to that!”
“Maybe he’s not into bad ass girls okay? Maybe he likes pretty girls that are humble but have a back bone?”
“Hm, wonder where you could find one around here?” Sam drawled.
“Oh, stop it. Quit putting yourself down, damn it. You’re pretty and you’re smart and funny and sassy as hell! That’s sexy to a guy!! Fuck, look at Gamzee of all people! Look at what he told me!”
“That you were a cheeky little kitten with big breasts?”
“I’m rather proud of it myself,” Sam sniffed, though she couldn’t help but grin. If there was anyone around that knew how to cheer her up, it was (Y/n). She wasn’t her best friend for nothing, after all. “Have you guys actually gone out yet?”
“Not officially, no. He says he wants to wait a little bit to see how this plays out before he takes it to that step. So right now we’re just friends that like each other.”
“Awe, that’s sweet. And kind of concerning, what’s he waiting to see?”
“I guess to see if I change my mind or something. Maybe there’s some big deal going on in the ghetto, I don’t know. He won’t tell me.”
Sam frowned a little bit. She had asked around after she found out who (Y/n)’s coworker was and she hadn’t heard anything pretty either. He was violent and unpredictable at best, he had been into drugs until lately and was known for beating people almost to the point of death, yet the police rarely did anything to him. But she would take (Y/n)’s word on him—if he wasn’t as bad as he seemed, then he wasn’t. She’d yet to doubt her judge of character yet. Why should that change now?
“Well, just be careful, okay?”
“Aren’t I always?”
“Aren’t you just a bundle of happy thoughts? Anyway, you should listen to Sollux. Asshole he may be, he still holds a valid point and you need to make a move if it’s going to happen at all! Okay? Who knows, maybe he likes you back!”
“Yeah. Maybe,” Sam scoffed, sitting down in her desk chair.
“Girl, you are the most negative-minded person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.”
“You’re welcome,” Sam said absently, pulling up her e-mail on her laptop. “It’s just how I am, Kat, deal with it.”
“I’ve dealt with it since ninth grade. I’m tired of dealing with it.”
“I got an email.”
“…okay? From who?”
“Another business meeting?”
“No,” Sam said, skimming over the message, her cheeks warming. “He wants to have a personal meeting. Dinner with him tomorrow at six. He wants to talk to me about something he hasn’t been able to at work.”
“Maybe this is your chance, Sam!! Oh my God, this is a sign!!” (Y/n) squealed over the phone.
“Don’t read into this too much, (Y/n), it’s probably nothing like that.”
“Oh stop being such a spoil sport! Where’s he taking you to?”
“A really fancy restaurant. Oh man, I don’t have a nice enough outfit for that!”
“Go ask Kanaya for help then. You know how she loves dolling people up.”
“….that’s half the reason why I don’t want to. I hate being a Barbie doll.”
“But it’s necessary, so do it before I call her myself.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me. Well, I gotta go. It’s late and I have a double shift tomorrow. Gamzee has to leave early for something, so I’m working all day.”
“I better get a call tomorrow night!”
“Good girl. Night.”
“Night,” Sam sighed, hanging up the phone, letting it drop onto the desk, looking at the email again.
I understand that this might be rather abrupt, but something came to my attention today that I would like to discuss with you privately. I would like to meet you at the Capitol’s Palace at 6 o’ clock tomorrow evening. Please dress accordingly. I’ll be waiting out front.