Sam was so happy the two of them had switched to Post-Halloween dinner debriefs following last year’s spectacular breakfast one. The only spectacular thing about it being the hangovers the two of them had the morning after Sugar’s party. It’d honestly been a miracle that the two of them had gotten out of bed, let alone how they managed to eat anything. This morning was no different. It took Sam about five tries to get out of bed and then shower, eating not much more than a bagel for breakfast until his stomach settled and he could eat a bigger lunch. He was at least glad to know from his roommates that he hadn’t puked at all.
Still, it had been a slow start to his day, which he didn’t mind too much. He’d even had coffee, but was still not completely sure he wasn’t still drunk. He was waiting on his best friend now at one of the booths at Breadstix. He hadn’t ordered yet, but thankfully one of the waitresses had brought him some water, which he was currently sipping from. He glanced at his watch, surprised to see how early he’d gotten here.
Drumming his fingers along the tabletop, he glanced toward the door and grinned when he saw Blaine enter. He waved him over and before he could greet him, the waitress was back and setting a plate of food in front of him. Sam opened his mouth to protest, he hadn’t even ordered yet, but the woman spoke up first. “It’s from that guy over there, he said it was for a White Chocolate?” Instantly, he stilled and was almost afraid of what he would find when he looked toward wherever she had pointed.
He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it definitely wasn’t seeing him. Sam somehow managed to turn even stiller, blinking slowly and then rubbing at his eyes as if it would make the man smirking at him disappear. Without taking his eyes off of him because maybe then he would disappear, he kicked Blaine under the table. “Blaine… I need you to turn around. Don’t! Don’t make it obvious!” He whisper-shouted, still not glancing away from the other. “But I need you to do it and I need to know if you see him too. That dude like… five booths down on the left.”
He really wasn’t sure if he wanted him to be real or not. Wasn’t sure if it was hope blooming in his chest or fear causing it to beat double time. It couldn’t be, could it? Then again, maybe the man was simply back visiting his family again. But why was he here? Why was he here and… Sam glanced down at the plate of food and swallowed before quickly looking back up at Clint. Why was he here and ordering his favorite Breadstix dish for him?
He wondered if he could send it back? Was that rude? Hopefully not for the wait staff, if it was rude to Clint, good. But he didn’t want the dish to go to waste, especially when he’d already planned on ordering it when Blaine showed up. “Please tell me it’s just my imagination, this can’t be happening right now…”
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