Desmond entered the Dining room, Sam was already seated and smiled at Desmond as he took his seat.
Desmond couldn't understand what her smile was about and he held himself from asking, as long as she was fine then there was no problem. He dug into his meal, Sam's eyes were still fixed on him and her smile didn't dwindle.
He gave her a quizzical look and the jet thing she said came as a complete surprise to him.
"I overheard the conversation in the sitting room. And thanks for turning him away." she started eating and her smile wasn't there anymore but her demeanor showed she was still happy.
That's it? Desmond couldn't understand her at times. He didn't do anything so why was she so happy? He felt like he shouldn't comment on the matter and just nodded. He remembered how the last time went.
