[ things are complicated between her and sam, just like they're complicated right here. not that she'd admit in varying degrees to those complications with sam or damon, but they exist. certain ones are charging the air between them right now: it's the combination of realizing his still tugging on her apron (she stays exactly where she is) and what he's saying.
which for the record has an affect and isn't fair. she looks away when he says he wanted to see her, tries not to feel the thrill it gives her along with her justifiable frustrations. she lets out a tense breath; it's a laugh and its humorless and bottoms out her lungs. ] Well, you're allowed to take a cooking class, I guess. [ she's not impressed. ]