"Coffee. Always coffee," Rory replied with a bright smile. As soon as Sam looked away, however, she couldn't help the fluttering sigh that escaped her lips. This wasn't Dean, or some weird amalgamation of Dean and Jess. This was Sam, who was tall and looked like Dean but wasn't Dean, and had a love of books--and wow, he was tall. So very, very tall.
She promised herself that she wouldn't stare. She was failing miserably. "And if you see donuts or anything covered in chocolate, I wouldn't say no," she added. She considered herself a healthy eater but coffee, chocolate and cake were things that her mother had introduced her to, so naturally she had a deep love for all three.