Re: [Diner: Martins/Daniel]
[Sam was startled by the slam of hand to table, yeah? She had a FEAR thing with loud men, and it had taken Cris like YEARS to get past it. So, yeah, she startled. She startled, started, stared, inky blue wide and black eaten by some old bullshit. But, Cris chilled it out, and the offer of something to eat was enough (tellingly) to subdue the fear in the blonde girl's eyes.
She looked at Daniel eagerly, to see if he would totes agree, and Sam was too oblivious to get the man across the table was scared. Daniel wasn't scared of anything, huh? Sam saw Daniel as eternal and wise, and she was just Sam. Her head hadn't made the connection yet, huh? That it wasn't precisely like that. And when he pointed a finger at her, she nodded like some kid that was hella agreeable. She even looked like innocence sitting there with blistered feet and grease at the corner of her mouth.
But, yeah, she would agree with whatever he was telling her, because FOOD.] I promise. [She promised. She promised. And then she clambered over Cris' lap in socks and leaving the umbrella behind. It was dark out now, like totes and completely dark, and she grabbed for Cris' hand and waited for Daniel to rise. And, if they took too fucking long, she just walked ahead of them and looked over her shoulder and past tangled blonde with a troublesome white grin and a bounce as she pushed the diner door open.]