It was time for dinner in the Landon household and Sam sitting at her usual chair in the dining hall was all smiles as she awaited Desmond's arrival. Desmond arrived at the table a bit later than she expected but that did nothing to the smile on her face.
"What's got you looking so cheerful?" He asked the moment he sat down.
"I'll tell you after dinner, wouldn't want the food to get cold while I tell you everything," she said to build up the suspense for Desmond.
Desmond on the other hand didn't really care and just shrugged and proceeded with his dish. The meal tasted great as always but it felt better for Sam as every bite she took made her either moan or nod her approval. Desmond was slowly getting irritated and decided to start a conversation.
"So how was work?" He asked casually
"Well it's fine, actually it was great .it has something to do with why I'm happy"
"Oh? Why don't you just tell me now, we're almost done with our food."
