"What can I say? I know what I want. And when I want it, I go for it." Sam felt a twinge of relief tickle his insides when he noted the slight smile cross over Ruby's features. It wasn't like her usual smirk or that soft look she got on her face when the two of them were doing intimate stuff, like laying in bed together, but it was still a smile. "Waiting around is only gonna give some other completely random guy off the street a shot at you and we really can't have that now, can we?" No phone number. Hard to get seemed to be the name of the game, but Sam was entirely prepared for that. "I'll settle for an address. I'll write to you. Poetry, letters of my deepest affection -" Sam swept a hand out, as if he were headlining something important. "- essays on how much I completely adore you. The whole nine yards. And to top things off?" Sam raised his brows at Ruby convincingly. "Each letter will be delivered by specialized carrier pigeons that I, in the interest of wooing you, will have personally trained myself. It'll be very impressive."
As if that weren't dramatic enough, Sam continued on with, "It wouldn't end there either. Once you got the first couple letters from me, I'd show up outside your window with the worlds tiniest violin - and player - and he and I will serenade you with a song written by myself. Honestly, it'd be beautiful. Every little detail I'd put into getting your attention would be one hundred percent guaranteed to make you take an interest in me. Really, you'd be better off just giving me your number, because then you might actually stand a chance against my charm and determination." Every single bit of what Sam was saying would have made him sound like a crazy person to a stranger (which he was currently facing, against his own knowledge, so he'd be very much regretting this entire conversation later), but he didn't seem to care. Ruby knew him. She knew how lame and geeky he could get sometimes. None of this would surprise her.