Ruby smiled again, she seemed to do that a lot since she'd met Sam, even in spite of everything that had happened them, sort of a pity they lived states apart. But when he'd said what he had about the sandwitch and her cooking for him and him knowing her a brilliant grin lit up her face.
"I guess. I mean I liked it...the cooking...for you. I didn't mind or anything and you looked hungry and I could help and thats good isn't it, the helping. Maybe you could write me when I go back with Mom and Dad?" she asked hopefully watching him eating away at the sandwich.
She felt comfortable with him, happy even. And it was weird, but the good kind of weird.