Betty was frozen solid.
She looked at Sam, who was standing in front of her, looking like the Adonis that he is. Looking at her expectantly yet nervously, holding out that paper bag to her.
She could tell how much the confession had taken out of him and he was patiently waiting for an answer.
Tears pricked her eyes and she looked down, "I'm sorry, Sam. I can't accept this."
Sam didn't move, shocked at her words. His mind couldn't quite process what she had said.
"But - " he began when she interrupted him, still not looking up, "I'm really sorry, Sam."
Sam's hand was still holding out the gift, him refusing to move even though he was trembling inside. He kept saying 'Carpe diem, chase persistently, Carpe diem, chase persistently, Carpe diem, chase persistently' as he stood there.
It gave him the strength not to just run off.
He had to see this through. He had to get answers.
