Drabbles

Brigitte –
Brigitte watched on as Sam cooked up the monkshood, utterly transfixed. He was wearing a vest. It showed off his body. Although he didn’t have any muscles, so to speak, he had a slim, petite frame. The kind Brigitte preferred. She wished she could stay here forever, staring at Sam. Sam soon felt her gaze, and looked up, eyebrow raised. Brigitte had to bite her lip to prevent the smile that was threatening to invade her lips. He was trying to play it cool, and it wasn’t working.
“Do I have something on me?” he asked. Brigitte didn’t reply, she simply looked down and hid in her hair.
‘Just your clothes’ she thought to herself, smiling.
Sam –
That girl... the girl that was running from the Lycanthrope last night, was at his van. Sam knew it was her, even from behind, by her fly-away brown hair. There was something about that hair that he loved... or maybe it was just the girl? There was something about her. She was different, to say the least. Sam had spotted her many times while dealing and had always found a few seconds to just downright stare at her... He hoped she hadn’t noticed... or maybe he wanted her too? There was only one way to find out.
“An eighths fifty” he said, scaring her. Her expression said it all. She’d noticed! Sam fought hard not stare or to express how pleased he was that she had noticed him too...