At the look on her features that showed she wasn't sure about actually waking up, he frowned a little, because he was afraid she would turn back over and tell him to get lost. He wouldn't blame her, because he didn't seem to find a good way to wake her up. Maybe he should have just waited until she was ready to wake up. Then again, that could be after noon, and then he would be even hungrier. Part of this was also a rouse to wake her up and get her to go with him to get something to eat. He wasn't going to be a lousy boyfriend and not only get into arguments with her, but also allow her to starve to death because he didn't make sure she got fed. Things were new between them, but he was sure that was abuse or something. Killing her by way of not getting her to eat. Starving her to death.
"Good. Finally. I thought I'd have to drag you out of bed or something," he told her with a grin, showing that he was messing with her about that. He wasn't going to really do that, after all. It wouldn't end well for the both of them. He was sure he'd get worse than a pillow thrown at him, if he did that. And that would lead to yet another fight, and he didn't think his gift could really make up for that.
Whenever Sam looked at Mikaela, all he saw was perfection. He didn't see the crazy bed head, or the slight creases that found itself on her face thanks to the pillow as she slept. He saw the girl he'd pretty much wanted since forever. A girl that he'd hoped would be his girlfriend one day, if he got her to notice him, getting past the shadow of Trent DeMarco, and tried desperately to impress for years. Even if in the time he actually got to know her, he added other things to that, which included his admiration for more than just her beauty, because she stuck with him, even when she could have just ran in another direction, or decided not to get into the car with him. He wasn't sure how many girls would want to face off against giant alien robots with him, or care about what happened to his car.
"I um," he started fidgeting for a moment, as he went reaching for the bag that the item was in. His dark eyes looked away from her, hoping that the gift wasn't stupid, or that she would hate it. He sucked in a breath, as he reached into the bag and handed her the tissue paper wrapping that the present was in. He would let her open it herself, and see what the present he'd gotten her on her own, rather than ruin the surprise of what her reaction might be when she saw what he'd gotten her.