Samara takes the shirt with a small smile, moving back to give herself some breathing room and to calm herself as she looks away. At his comment, the girl chuckled a bit, the sound drifting through the air. "I've done worse things on a first date, " she replied, but shrugged and moved pasthihim, her black hair fanning out behind her in a sweetly exotic smelling cloud of ebony silk.
Stepping back into her room, she hears the bathroom door click. Immediately, her face time with a fair blush, and she shakes her head. She runs to her closer and disrobes rapidly, slipping into a white sun dress before heading to her kitchen. The room overlooked her living room, and the entrance.
Samara frowns gently as she begins to make herself coffee, leaning against the counter to think for a minute. After a bit, she hears the bathroom door click open, heard Amsu shuffling out of it, and Samara shrugs. "I hope you have a safe drive, " she calls out to him, not meeting his gaze.
After everything happening in the last couple of days, she needed time to think. Which is what she would get, along with a few paintings done for some customers.
When the male left her home, Samara immediately ran to her phone to call her friends who set her up with the original date. "Slade, you boys have no idea how much trouble you are in..." she started out when they answered, proceeding to explain everything in detail to them. After listening, Slade chuckles and replies with humor.
"Stable our Egyptian Queen has finally met her match? "
Samara sputters and smarts off to him, then turned the conversation towards shopping for a new bra tonight. "Also, what are spanx ?"
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Samara leaned back against Slade, Allan unable to make it because of a nasty flu bug. Her eyes closed gently as she chuckled. "Yes, ballroom dancing. He invited me, " she said, listening to the fountain she was sitting at in the middle of the mall.