Speak to Sam

Heading closer to where Sam is, Ethan lingers slightly. She still looks busy, but he wants to speak with her. Watching her giving instructions, Ethan notes she's pretty good at it, clearly having a plan and knows how to communicate it. At some point, her blue eyes lock onto Ethan's and she gives him a faint smile, before returning to directing the group.

Five minutes later, she makes her way over, her smile replaced with a stoic expression. "Ethan," her voice betrays nothing, "Here for more work?"

"Eh, pass..." he shrugs, "Just came into town to pick a few things up. Saw you and I wanted to say 'hi'."

"Hm," Sam gives him a look, "That all?" {if Sam's Secret=true}She fidgets slightly, the only crack of her demeanor yet.{endif}

"Well..." Ethan considers the question, "Unless you're free for more than just a 'hi'."

Tilting her head, Sam gives Ethan the smallest smile he thinks her lips are capable of making. "Well... If you get me a coffee I could afford you a few more words."

Ethan puckers his lips and nods slightly. "I think I could do that."

"Well, at your leisure then," Sam's smile fades, "But before the day is done. I take it four sugar, four cream."

Ethan raises his brow in mild surprise. "A four-by-four?"

Sam shrugs, "Is that a problem?"

"No... Isn't that a little... Sweet though?"

Sam blinks. "Well, it doesn't happen naturally. Extra large, by the way."

Scoffing softly, Ethan shuffles away towards the coffee shop.