A Little Flirting Never Hurt Anyone

Sam decided that there was nothing weird about going over and talking to this girl. He wasn't going to walk over there and whip out his dick or even proposition her. He just wanted to introduce himself in case they bumped into each other later. Was fucking here his ultimate goal? I mean, yeah, of course. But he could assert some self-control for his peers' sake.

Right? Yeah, yeah. Of course he could.

He got up, threw his coffee away, and walked over to the girl in the pink miniskirt, who was still pretty far from the front of the line.

"Hey, my name's Sam," he said, "I'm new here and don't really know anyone."
"Chelsea," she replied in a bubbly voice. "It's nice to meet you Sam."

Suddenly, a voice shouted from the back, "Hey buddy! Get to back of the line!" Another voice add, "No fuck buddy benefits, man! Not cool."

Sam turned and saw a long line of angry faces. Then he turned back at Chelsea, who gave him a playful shrug and faced back towards the coffee stand.

Sam backed away. "Sorry everyone," he said. "I wasn't trying to cut anybody. Just trying to make friends." He didn't even need to hear a response, to feel that his apology wasn't accepted. He backed away, not sure whether he made a connection or not. Hopefully Chelsea would be in one of his activities eventually. Distracted, he went into the research lab and immediately up to the room he was in yesterday.