Re: FT: Sam A/Cris M
I want anything. Everything. All of it, yeah? I want- [The door to the portable locker room opens, and the guy that walks in a totes normal dude. Young, Hispanic, broad in the shoulders. He says hello polite, and he goes for his lunch cooler in one of the lockers behind her. The guy doesn't do anything wrong, yeah? Not from the time he comes in until the time he leaves, but the space is tight and crowded, and Sam stiffens and stops talking entirely until the guy's gone. She clutches the phone close to her chest, olive green visible and nothing else for a few minutes.]