"I've been ready since we woke up," he teased, grabbing a sweater from the closet in the hall just in case it got chilly while they were out.
"Now," Sam said, as they exited their apartment building and stood on the sidewalk out front, blinking into the sunshine.
"Which direction?" Sam questioned. "Or do you want me to spin you around and go in the direction you stop at?" he asked with a chuckle, something he hadn't done in almost twenty years.
Wow, I can say that I haven't done something in twenty years, Sam realised; not the first time he'd thought that lately. That's sick.