Sam took another bite of his sandwich, wanting to give himself some more time before he had to answer. He chewed slowly before he swallowed and took a sip of his drink.
He looked over to her. "We were having a good night, fooling around and what not. I ended up asking about some scars he had and he rather reluctantly told me about what he did for a living which is play Quidditch. It's that magic sports thing. I was flabbergasted. I just didn't know what to do. I mean I hated that he lied to me. He did. He told me he didn't work. He told me he was some rich guy. I believed that now I find out he was lying and I just couldn't believe it happened. I panicked. I didn't know how to deal with it. I gave him back his key and I told him I couldn't see him again."