1x1 looking for partner

[ ain't nobody got time for that xD ]

There was a strange warm feeling in his chest, his eyes shining as he watched how she moved and how talented she was vocally. Was this a crush? Could it have happened so fast? And he wasn't even afraid to talk to her despite her being a star! Famous last words (xD)

Sam was so exhausted that he found himself waking up at the sound of the door handle being turned and he sat up with a start, yawning and rubbing his eyes. Her concert hadn't been boring by any means, but he guessed getting up at five every morning was taking its toll.

Sam righted himself as he tried to figure out what he was going to say. "No, I-" he sighed. "I was hit hard by the concert experience. You've certainly got a large following since winning that talent competition less than two years ago."

Sam graciously took the poster from her and read the bottom right. She'd signed it and wrote, "Thanks for the grapes! (;" Sam smiled, slowly and carefully rolling up the gift. She had no idea how much this meant to him right now. He then sighed, thinking about his sister. Guess he'd be giving to her and if she hadn't have had a soccer game early in the morning, he would have brought her. Lord knows she was a huge fan of Rosey Winters. He checked his watch. It was just past midnight and it would be crazy getting out of the parking lot so he took his time getting to his car. He didn't know how he'd handle not seeing her for awhile...

Sam jumped back, startled. ”Hey! Geez! You scared me! Uh, thought you said you couldn’t make it tonight and how did you find me in a crowd of people?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. ”You’re not stalking me are you? Because if you are, my step father is a defense attorney.” He chuckled with a smile.

"Do you want to do something now or?" Sam surveyed the dying crowd in the parking lot before looking back at her. It was just around midnight and there wasn't much to do now, but then he remembered. He smiled. "Hey, I know it's late, but there's a diner not far from here that serves really good milkshakes."

"Care for a ride?" He smiled, unlocking the other doors in the car, having been standing in his drivers side doorway for the last two minutes.

"Hop in," Sam replied, sliding into the car.

Sam smiled and started the car to drive off. He found a back entrance to leave from and carefully sped off down the street. They soon pulled up to a round silver 60’s looking diner. He opened his door upon parking and like a gentleman, went to the other side of the car and opened the door for his friend.

”M’lady,” he pretended to bow as he let her get out of the car before he closed the door behind her.

He even held the diner door for her. He smiled to the waitress behind the counter and headed over to a booth. He sat opposite of her. ”Chocolate, Vanilla or Strawberry?” He asked his friend.

Sam smiled, looking up at the older waitress. "One Strawberry and one vanilla. No cherry for me, thanks,"

Turning back to Becca he spoke, "So, what are your weekend plans?"

Sam quietly watched her as she seemed to struggle with her words. He tried to give her a smile. "Look, I know you're shy and that's okay, but you can open up to me. I'll still be here for you,"

(YES! Maybe he visits her on his way home from Young Musicians Club with his guitar! <3)

The waitress brought them their milkshakes with a smile. "Here you are,"

Sam smiled and passed Becca a straw. "Enjoy! It's really good!" He chided, taking a sip with his straw.