"Matt?" Sam called from outside my cabin, peeking in cutely
"Yeah Sam?" I grinned.
"I need your help with a few of these." She gestured to a pile of folders in her hand, and I quickly got up to help her with them.
"God these are heavy." I chuckled as I put them on my desk and sat down.
"Eh, it's not so bad." Sam shrugged and dived right into the pile and took out a huge one. She opened it and her green eyes squinted as she tried to find what she needed from the text.
"How was the weekend, Matt?"
"Uh um... not that great." I shrugged, annoying memories of the doofus devil floating around in my head.
I hate how much control he has over my life.
"How come?" Sam looked up.
"I don't know... I guess there were too many stuff not going my way this week..."
"Oh... wait is this about the girl you liked?"
"What? No!" I vehemently shook my head.
"Really now?" Her left eyebrow rose.
"It's definitely not about her..." I shrugged and opened my laptop, not wanting to be asked more questions.
"Fine Matt, be that way." She scowled while continuing to search her folder and I hid the grin that was threatening to spill on to my face.
We worked in comfortable silence for a few minutes.
My thoughts went back to the meeting.
Why did he dress up like a businessman and talk and act like one? He had no qualms about being informal the other day at the store. He was downright annoying both times, I could feel they both were the same people, and yet, he seemed different in the club.
And what was up with the dark halo? Is it because he was like a fallen angel so his halo stopped working?
And those dark black and grey wings... it looked very beautiful... like the eyes of someone who can't see... these wings didn't look functional at all.
And why would someone who could look like whatever they wanted to, look like that?
"- Matt? Are you listening to me? Matthew Pearson!" Sam snapped her fingers in front of my eyes.
"Ah- um sorry!" I shook my head sheepishly.
"You know what? I think we need a break. Clearly you have been working hard since you came in today and you look pretty exhausted right now."
"What no! I am fine!" I protested.
"It's alright Matt. Let's break. Lunch is on me." She closed everything stood up and patted my shoulder.
"Let me just go grab my wallet, okay?" She strode out, leaving me behind with the biggest grin on the face.
Sam is just so caring...
I grinned giddily, but sobered up immediately.
I flipped out my phone and texted Delilah about the club formality thing.
It's always good to know your opponent in and out....
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