Samantha's mind worked quite like a busy post office which had recently lost many employees (due to low wages) and therefore had only one remaining, and faithful, messenger left; her brain. All the messages and signals were always sent out at the appropriate times, it was just the delivery that got a bit muddled. For example, Sam had not cried at her mother's funeral, not shed one tear. And it hadn't been until six months later that she found couldn't stop crying, for an entire seven weeks. Other times, Sam found herself saying, "Watch out," and, "Good luck," to people she didn't know, and for no reason at all. Needless to say, she received many strange looks from many strangers; the only thing strangers are quite good at. And now, the moment before Liam Track trudged into his own living room, Sam was barely receiving all those quite important facts her brain had sent out to her about men ages ago.
They like confident woman; straighten your back.
Stop fumbling around with your fingers.
Smile prettily.
No, no, less wide. That's better.
Stick out your chest, but more unlike a chicken. Fine, fine.
Your bangs, remove them from your eyes, and make sure your lipstick isn't smeared again.
How do you smell? Delicious I hope.
Don't look too eager.
Flirt, but appreciatively, not rambunctiously.
Keep your voice low and sultry.
Shave your legs.
Pluck your eyebrows.
Wear deodorant.
DON'T SNORT!
By the time the transmission between Sam and her brain finally ended all she managed to remember was, confident women snort like flirty chicken with smelly lipstick on their eyebrows. Sam's brain slumped in defeat, but watched eagerly at the scene unraveling before it like a lethal tidal wave.
He entered the room quite like royalty, but a little less Queen Elizabeth and a little more Posh Spice, and Sam couldn't keep her eyes off of him. Gods she had forgotten how to breathe. What the bloody hell was her name again? Tea? Since when did she drink tea? It was a nice cup though, she supposed.
Liam looked from the perfectly petite red head to the electrically colorful brunette and then sighed. It wasn't a defeated sigh, nor was it a concentrated one, it was more like a sigh a rhinoceros would let out if someone where setting fire to his home. Because did you know that they stomp out fires? Yes, it's just something they do. Good to have around; should replace dalmatians.
"Right, Gray?" June said smiling fondly at her insane guest. June had just informed Liam that Gray was here returning his wallet, which he seemed to have left at Starbucks. He had asked, prior to June's comment, what SHE was doing here. And bye SHE he meant Sam.
It hadn't been an angry question, just a firm one, Liam's question that is. And yet, Samantha jumped from her seat as if she had been shot in the heart, though honestly, no one would jump after being shot in the heart. But she jumped, and her cup jumped with her and the tea, being very attached to the cup, jumped with the cup. The tea splattered some, and instinctively Liam moved away from Sam a little. And instinctively, Sam's heart hurt a little. And, instinctively, June grabbed the cup from Sam. Sam ringed her hands together, as if to dry them, and blinked rapidly as she attempted to swallow the knot of emotion stuck in her throat. Stupid emotion, going and getting caught in throats when you most needed to speak.
"Of course." Replied Sam, finally. The reply didn't all together make no sense at all, but it didn't really go with the comments before it.
"Well, I best be off. I've got to feed some things and do my cat. Er, I mean, no, no, feed my cat. Bloody, FEED my cat. My tongue, it loathes me." June was all smiles but Liam looked affronted and disgusted, and he was hungry but that was besides the point. He seemed to have something in common with Sam's tongue and that thought made him want to pour acid down his pants.
"I'll walk you out!" June hooked elbows with Sam and walked her ridiculously close to Liam, who was inching towards the tea set to calm his nerves. Once at the door to the apartment June released Sam.
"Well it was great of you to come, do stop by again if you ever find other lost items of ours. Ciao!"
Sam was outside now, and it was raining now, and it's hard not to feel alone when you are.