It was so rude when he would ask her a question and then kiss her so she couldn't answer. She let out a minor sound of protest, though it was quickly consumed by a murmur of approval. Joanie had never been a particularly touchy-feely person. Hugs were given only when necessary, and she almost always kept her hands to herself. So being the recipient of all this attention - physical attention - was a bit overwhelming.
But damn, did it feel nice.
When the kiss finally concluded, she pulled back, a bit of a red tinge visible even through her makeup. "Uh..." she started, realizing that trying to talk immediately after being kissed by Sam would most likely just make her seem like an inarticulate moron. "Yeah." Still inarticulate. "Well. You, actually, wanted to talk, and I agreed that we should." Still a moron.
Fingers twining around one another in her lap, she looked down before glancing up at him. "Did you have...anything you wanted to say? Or something?" She had no idea how this was supposed to go, but she had a bad feeling either way.