The moment broken, Sam cleared his throat and stepped back, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "Yeah," he confirmed with a nod of his head and a reassuring smile. "That was good. You'll do fine with the whole PDA thing."
He smirked and turned to settle his weight on the bleachers, rummaging out his cigarettes and lighter. "Just do what you just did here and the guy won't stand a chance."
Sam winked at her and eased a cigarette between his lips before ducking his head to light the tip.