Who: Sam & Svetlana
What: Tea
Where: Samovar
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: It's Sam.
Sam spent four hours with a paintbrush in her hand. Her fingers were cramped, and the side of her hand was stained primary colors. The sleeve of the white shirt she wore under bright yellow overalls was rainbow-hued now, and her messily tied up hair boasted clumps of vibrancy. It was midday, and Sonrisa was fucking CRAMMED with kids and parents, all of them looking for construction paper and markers and glitter. Valentine's Day was coming, yeah? And it was one of the store's craziest time of the year. Valentine's Day managed to cover the bills for like three months, but it was hella exhausting. With Stephanie and Oliver helping Cris out, tho, Sam didn't feel guilty about slipping out into the brisk cold.
Yeah, ok, so she could do without the cold, but it was sunny and bright, and it felt like Spring might chase this bullshit weather away at any second.
Sam walked. She coulda taken the bike, but, nah. She walked on bright yellow Docs, and she tried to clear her head. Painting, it was hella good for the wanton girl stained with pigment. Putting shit down on canvas, it was catharsis, and Sam was the kinda person that bottled until the glass burst into a million blood-drawing shards. So, yeah, painting was good, but it left her feeling vulnerable. Like a cold night, huh? And the blankets all drawn the fuck away to reveal cold and fragile skin or something. So, yeah, she was trying to pull the blankets back up, and Samovar caught her eye.
Sam KNEW the owner of the tea shop was trying to fuck with Iris' bank. And, yeah, that was probably why Sam walked inside. She'd never been in a tea shop before, but Lou liked tea, yeah? It was a good excuse, even if it was totes bullshit.