"Stupid Sam. Stupid stupid stupid Sam!!" Betty was cursing and started banging his chest.
She looked up at him, her eyes all wet and Sam tenderly wiped them away.
"How could you even think, for a minute, that my feelings for you would ever change?" Betty complained, "Do you not know yet how much I love you?"
Sam sighed, and kissed her forehead, "I know you do, my love, but I'm also realistic. I.."
She hit his chest again, harder this time, "Realistic my foot!! Saying it just means you don't trust me!"
She stomped on his foot - twice - and Sam's face winced in pain but he endured it. He could have avoided it, but doing so wouldn't have abated her anger.
"You're right," Sam said, putting his head on her forehead, "You're right. I'm sorry."
Daniel watched the two in front of him, who had completely ignored his presence and sighed inwardly.
