[Her fingers kept drumming against the surface of the table. Elena is at her side and she knows that her friend is just looking out for her, but she's still slightly concerned that she'll put the hammer down and insist that she leave. Mostly, Erica is trying to just calm down. It's just nearly impossible when her head is swimming with the thought that someone like Sam, someone that makes her feel like nothing is wrong with her, and most importantly that makes her happy.
She sips at her soda, fingers slipping down the sides of the glass where condensation is settling. She keeps looking up at the door because time seems to be going so much slower, but she knows that it's only been a few minutes since his last message. Elena gives her arm a reassuring squeeze and Erica just leans against her more.
It's difficult to try and figure out what she would say and she's trying to guess what he might want to say to her. That word 'us' is there and she's used that word a lot of times with Isaac and with anyone else that just wants to go with her somewhere. "It'll just be us." Which has no weight to it at all, but when someone says talk about 'us' that's different. It's as if the one word has two different meanings.
The door opens and her heart almost stops. Almost. All the effort she's made to relax goes nearly out the window. She sits up straight and she swears that she feels Elena urge her forward, but she almost stands up with the table still in her way. Shaking her head, she looks down and slides out of the booth and crosses the bar to find Sam. She smiles half-way to him and by the time she's in front of him she's grinning.]
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She sips at her soda, fingers slipping down the sides of the glass where condensation is settling. She keeps looking up at the door because time seems to be going so much slower, but she knows that it's only been a few minutes since his last message. Elena gives her arm a reassuring squeeze and Erica just leans against her more.
It's difficult to try and figure out what she would say and she's trying to guess what he might want to say to her. That word 'us' is there and she's used that word a lot of times with Isaac and with anyone else that just wants to go with her somewhere. "It'll just be us." Which has no weight to it at all, but when someone says talk about 'us' that's different. It's as if the one word has two different meanings.
The door opens and her heart almost stops. Almost. All the effort she's made to relax goes nearly out the window. She sits up straight and she swears that she feels Elena urge her forward, but she almost stands up with the table still in her way. Shaking her head, she looks down and slides out of the booth and crosses the bar to find Sam. She smiles half-way to him and by the time she's in front of him she's grinning.]
I'm glad you have clothing on.