So far so good. Desmond took a sip of his favorite wine and looked at Sam's facial expression. She didn't seem that stressed so he knew he was on the right path.
"So tell me more about yourself, tell me something I don't know," he looked at his arms as he relaxed his back on the chair.
"Hmmm well I love blue, cats, I can't deal with dogs though, had a traumatic experience as a kid so no way. Oh and I love Michael Jackson, I would hear his songs on the radio and vibe to them even when my body was aching all over."
Desmond smiled, she was innocent and cute, most girls would talk about their hobbies and then proceed to boast about their accomplishments to impress him but not Sam.
" That's cool, I'm also a fan of MJ, and my favorite color is black."
" I can see that," Sam said and giggled.
"What do you mean by that?" Desmond's brow raised in suspicion.
"I mean I have seen your room and all the clothes you wear."
