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Sam knew before clocking into work today that he was stung up. The tight knots in his shoulder blades clued him into that.
Practice that day had been especially grueling, and the piercing gaze of his "Stalker" from the far side of the bleachers didn't aid in relaxing him. Instead, he felt that familiar build up of heat behind his eyes and the butterflies in his stomach roar to life. They always seemed to make themselves known when he was around.
So, when the time came for Sam to go to his part-time job, his mood translated to clipped responses and jerked movements. By the time his break came he was about ready to explode from how uncomfortable and tense he was.
"-my..."
If he was being honest with himself, the only thing keeping him from calling it a day, despite only being at work for half the time required, was that his stalker wasn't there yet.
Hiro gaining this name was foretold, as he couldn't seem to get enough of Sam.
A few weeks into university the volleyball team caught on pretty quickly to the small shadow following their newest addition around, and after a few practices the title Stalker was known throughout the entire team.
"-ammy!"
His presence, from the earliest Sam could remember, always made him tense up with anticipation, but at the same time clear his mind.
Which is why Sam's funk has been going on for so long.
Usually, after practice ended and the showers had been taken, Sam would feel the pin prick of eyes, reminiscent of black-holes, inhaling his every movement. But this time, they weren't.
Usually, five to ten minutes later, of an anxiety filled pace back and forth on the side of the building; that thin framed mess of littered moles and tousled black hair, would make their way through the front door and order a pastry with an assortment of tea. But this time, he didn't
And usually, when the Cafe's uniform had been dawned; a white short-sleeved polo, black khakis, and a light brown apron sporting the building's logo, those eyes would follow him about his shift. But this time, they didn't.
And for reasons Sam didn't want to face at the moment but had reasoned out a long time ago, that had put him on edge.
"Sammy!"
From the rickety stool in the walk-in freezer Sam was seated on, his body jolted with enough force to almost knock him over and take down Ina in the process. She jumped back just in time from where she was waving a hand in front of Sam's face, to watch him eat shit.
"Wow," she dryly said, "your break ended five minutes ago, scoot over so I can get my mandatory cry sesh in before I gotta go back out." Her aquiline nose scrunched up with distaste while she shooed him with her calloused hands.
Ina had been Sam's friend since his sophomore year of highschool and her freshman year of college after landing the job at the cafe. They hadn't gotten close until a year ago though. Her dry sense of humor kept him around.
"You really know how to make a gal feel special Ina." He said dusting off his butt.
Why that broken down stool seemed to be the only seating option went unknown to Sam, but between the floor and it, he had to choose it.
Her peering eyes raked him. She gave a scoff and trailed off,
"Gal, yeah.."
From the excessive training his coach put the team and him through, he had no doubt that the almost twig like stature he had in highschool had filled out to one of lithe muscle and bulging thighs. Though those couldn't be seen from under his uniform.
A prickling sensation went down his neck from the crow-like gaze Ina eyed him with.
"What?" He asked tentatively, he sometimes hated how perceptive she was.
She stayed quiet for a few seconds, stretching out her back. After a sigh she deadpanned, "When's the last time you've been laid?"
...
If Sam had a mouth-full of water, he without doubt would have done a spit take.
"HUH?!" Was all he could sputter.
Where did this come from? Sure, between the start of Uni, keeping his GPA acceptable, working on the team, and keeping his job he hadn't had time to get out and... do things. But that didn't mean he sometimes didn't jack off when he had the chance. And anyway, Hiro probably wouldn't have even felt happy knowing Sam was going around sleeping with people that weren't him, not that Sam was complaining. He didn’t feel happy about sleeping with other people that weren't Hiro either.
That short boy had occupied parts of his mind since the day he knew about his existence. From the messy hair that probably would feel so perfect tangled in Sam's fingers, to the moles that littered his body, starting from the one that sat just above his top-lip to the one that dipped in his collarbone, to the pink mouth that would look even better redder and bitten from arousal and-
"Hm," she snorted, drawing his attention back to where he no doubtedly would have continued his train of thought. "You have been acting off recently, I was only guessing that you needed to blow off steam. But wow..." she paused for a second, "who is it? Who's the person that's been occupying your head?" She snorted again, "well, one of your heads."
"HUH?!" Sam repeated, it seemed to be the only word his brain could come up with. "W- wha- there is no person! And I don't know what you're talking about. I've been very present today!" He stuttered, not convincing at all.
"You had to mop up two coffees you dropped," She held up two fingers, "and throw away multiple orders you got wrong. I'd say there is someone." She shrugged, "But fine, don't tell me. Maybe it'll help though if you participated in something people like to call the beating of one's meat."
If Sam were in a brighter room Ina probably would have seen the red that overtook his dark skin, luckily the freezer hadn't had a change of lightbulbs in months.
"W-wh I- wh- I-." Was all he could say as he was pushed out of the freezer by a surprisingly strong Ina. She gave a small wave before shutting the heavy doors behind him.
It wasn't until there was ten minutes left of Sam's shift, that the raven-haired boy walked into the cafe like he wasn't the bane of his existence.
Sam didn't actually see him walking in, it was more of a feeling. He was making a customer's order when the familiar feeling of being watched washed over him, he suppressed a shiver and focused on not spilling this drink, Ina, thank you very much.
Sam was capping the lid on the cup before an energetic ball of neon green hair came barreling through the front doors, screaming,
"SAMMY GUESS WHAT!?"
Combined with having his name screamed at max volume, and an irl jumpscare pop up right in-front of him, the full cup all but flew from his hands and emptied itself all on his uniform.
Sam was pretty sure he heard an 'oh god', and a 'make that three' come from a suspicious looking Ina before being thrusted a sad looking mop to clean up the dripping coffee falling from his clothes.
"Hello Jewles, how was your day?" Sam asked with a dejected sigh, mopping up the puddle forming under his feet and throwing away the crushed cup. He risked a quick glance at Hiro only to see that back-stabbing bastard trying and failing to hide a snicker, the mole on his top lip creasing with his smile.
Sam quickly glanced back down, trying to hide his shame behind the thin stick of the mop. Jewles sucked in a breath through clenched teeth.
"Oooh, well um... my bad." He said coming to a stop before the counter. He cautiously made his way around it not long after. "I just had some great news about a book I was reading." He said slowly, sitting down on a chair leaning against the wall.
Sam sighed again, he felt like he was doing that a lot lately. "You know you're not allowed back here." He'd finished mopping and was now doing his second attempt at making the coffee.
"I know," Jewles rushed out, "I'll be quick."
With another sigh, he resigned himself to the rapid chatter of his childhood friend, watching Hiro as he took a seat at the far corner of the cafe and pulled out his sketchbook.
Sam and Jewles had been in each other's life since their parents had found out they were due to have babies one week apart.
Unlike Sam, Jewles hadn't become obsessed with volleyball, that didn't stop him from helping his friend with practice when they were little anyway.
Despite going to the same highschools, they decided splitting off from each other to focus on the things they wanted would make them happier down the road.
That decision obviously hadn't put them off of visiting each other.
A few minutes before Sam's shift was over a loud ringing cut through Jewles arm waving rant on how...
".. if all the species of ants put apart their differences and teamed up, there would be enough of them to become the greatest apex predators-" He pulled the offending item out of his hoodie pocket before he let out a loud gasp upon looking at the screen. "I forgot I had lunch with my parents today!" He jumped out of his seat and ran to the front door once again, "Thanks for listening!" And with that disappeared down the street.
A collective breath of relief went up around the cafe,
"I love the dude, but man... he really knows how to go on." Mirian sighed, scratching her chin. She'd just finished taking the customer's order and was now leaning against the counter. She, unlike Sam and Ina, was a new hire. That didn't stop her from experiencing the personified tornado that was Jewles.
"Tell me about it." Ina murmured from where she was wiping down a table.
Sam finished putting together the order before calling it a day. He felt the tingling of eyes trail down his body as he was removing the dirtied apron.
"Make sure you wash your stuff!" Mirian called as he was walking out from behind the counter. He called out an 'I will' behind him, as he slung his bag over his shoulder.
"And remember what I told you." Ina dryly sing-songed while making a highly inappropriate hand gesture. Sam sputtered out a low '...I will' before leaving the cafe.
The restlessness he felt earlier that day had cooled off to a few twitches of hands as he was working, despite the boy of his many fantasies being there to watch him for the least of it. But now, as he was walking back to the dorms and up the stairs, he felt the heat bubble back up in the pits of his stomach.
Sam stretched his neck and popped his back, adjusting the strap of his bag. He really was strung up.
Making his way to the corner dorm at the end of the building, he saw a blank brown box sitting in front of the door. A shiver ran down his spine as his groin gave a twitch of interest.
He already knew where the box had come from.
Since starting uni, the gifts from his Stalker had increased significantly.
It started off as little charms and posters and merch Sam had shown interest in while online shopping appearing on his dorm room's counter or outside his door.
But, then it increased to more personal things…sexual things. Dildo's, ball gags, fleshlights, anal beads, and vibrators that Sam had wanted, but hadn't had enough money for. And, like always, they would show up in a discrete unmarked brown box.
At first, he suspected it had nothing to do with Hiro, that he himself had ordered them but forgot. But as things arrived at his door that he wanted in-person he started suspecting a culprit.
Sam was worried about all the money that went into him, but he supposed that as Hiro got older, the more money he gained. If the new designer art bags the boy carried around with him were anything to go by.
Picking up the box and making his way inside, he deposited it on the kitchen counter right by the door.
Because Sam had gotten recruited by multiple universities, he wanted to pick one where the dorms would be big enough for him. So he ended up choosing one that had dorms similar to small apartments.
The kitchen was located right by the front door, leading into the small living-room. On the right wall, a hallway led to his bedroom and linen closet.
The bedroom was square-shaped, leaving the one-forth that was blocked off reserved for the bathroom.
Because the bathroom, bedroom and living-room all shared a wall, there were windows lining them, facing the walkway to the campus' quad and the second block of the dorms just five yards away.
Sam knew, from one night of staring out his bedroom window at the view, that Hiro lived in the second block. That short black haired boy with his detrimental posture, slumped into the building and up the floors to the same level as Sam's dorm.
He supposed that Hiro would want a dorm on the same floor as Sam. It would be perfect for all the "observing" that could be done.
So with that in mind, Sam walked to his room and stripped down to his underwear, tossing his dirty clothes in the hamper by the bedroom door.
He decided he wasn't going to do anything at the moment, just enjoy the feeling of the heated gaze milking every inch of his body. His groin gave another interesting twitch in his underwear, when we felt the beginnings of Hiro's eyes trail down his stomach and over the dark skin that was pulled taunt over his muscles as he stretched, almost cat-like in nature.
He shook his mind to clear the increasingly dirty thoughts from his head.
"Focus Sam!" He chastised himself, " You still have stuff to do, Hiro can wait."
He did still have a life outside of his stalker's, and essays didn't write themselves.
So sitting down at his desk he busied himself with articles about how modern art has developed over the century.
This lasted for all but two hours, where the sun had barely set below the horizon and the lampposts outside the buildings turned on.
The creaking of Sam's chair was a direct effect of the constant moving and switching of positions he was doing. With every second that ticked by, Sam's mind went back to the box. Recently, the gifts he'd been receiving from Hiro were a little on the platonic side of things; figurines and posters from his favorite tv shows and mangas or new volleyballs and sport shoes that improved jump height.
But now, as he sat there picking at the part of the desk that had chipping paint, a sneaking suspicion crept along his spine that whatever was in that box would fulfill his sexual fantasies for a while. Hiro was more perceptive than people thought, he knew what mood Sam fell into from just a twitch of an eyebrow.
Being able to not stand the wait anymore, he stretched one last time, turned off his computer, and padded his way into the kitchen, where he'd set the box down when he came in.
With slightly shaky hands and sweat prickling the back of his neck, he made his way back to his room where he sat on his bed, right in front of the window in full view of that heated gaze. The sheets were sticking to his already damp skin.
With a baited breath Sam opened the box, he removed the wine red wrapping paper from the top to reveal a pitch-black wooden box. He tossed away the cardboard one upon realizing it was of no value at the moment, and set down the wooden box on his sheets. The box had gold engravings looping around it, coming together on the top to spell out in cursive:
V & S Toys
It was a brand he was familiar with, he had gotten his other gifts from Hiro with the exact same lettering pairing with the packages.
The words themselves were enough to make his heart skip a beat.
Most of his mind shattering orgasms have been with them. Regardless of the brand though, the thought of Hiro giving these types of gifts to him was enough to make his knees weak. And he knew, if he were standing he'd have tumbled to the floor by now.
With the knowledge that his gut feeling had been correct, he quickly, but carefully opened the box to reveal a thick dark green collar, sandwiched between cushioned silky, red velvet cloth.
Sam tilted his head in confusion before looking at the gold tag attached to the collar, the description was three simple words:
Property of Hirotashi
His breath hitched as his heart sped up considerably. He resisted the urge to look over at the window where he knew the owner of the collar, which was now nestled in his hands, was watching. Sam unconsciously started grinding his hips into his bed in search of friction. The half chub he sported had now grown in size, the tip wetting his underwear from pre-cum and soaking right through.
He placed the box and the wrapping paper on the bedside table as he got up to stand in front of the full length mirror leaning against the wall. Barely anything had happened but as he came into view of himself he saw how fucked out he looked. His hair, despite his best attempts at fixing it while doing his work, was sticking up in all directions from the anxious combing his hands put him through, his lips were swollen slightly from the nervous biting, his chest was heaving with quickened breath, his damp brown skin was tinted with the slightest red, and his cock was straining against the barrier of his underwear, leaving a dark trail of pre starting from the tip.
As he brought the collar to his neck and secured it safely, he realized just how well it fit. The dark color of the collar accented the flush of his own skin and the thickness of his neck. It made him look almost innocent, with his already big eyes and the natural smirk his lips fell into.
It was perfect.
That's when he noticed the 'D' ring hanging from the side of it. His mind ran a mile a minute as he realized what it was for,
a leash.
There wasn't anything in the box besides this collar! Sam panicked, his heart dropping. Scrambling to search his bed where he sat, aided none in finding it. Maybe it got lost during delivery. O-or or it's still in the box. Sam thought as he carefully searched the box again, thinking he missed it somewhere. Only to find nothing but the empty spot the collar had sat. Where could it be, where-
Sam thought for a second.
Hiro has it...
Sam realized as he lightly touched his collar. And that, for whatever reason, made his mind white out with arousal so deep his knees gave out.
"Oh god-" Sam choked out as he fell onto his bed again. "OH GOD, he has it." Sam whispered, laying flat on his stomach.
He hissed as his cock finally rubbed against the warm sheets, the roughness only aiding in making him harder. The hiss turned into a whine as he stopped moving his hips, coming too close to the edge already.
"I-I oh my god." He groaned into his pillow. He sat up once again controlling his hips.
He had an idea, and knew exactly what he wanted to do tonight.
Reaching to his bedside table, he opened the bottom drawer to reveal all the toys gifted to him by Hiro. All of them already used two, maybe three times during the darkest night by shaky hands.
Picking from his selection of multiple ball gags, dildos, and handcuffs, he chose a standard ball gag with a red ball, a big black dildo he knew was similar to Hiro's size, and fluffy red handcuffs that could unlock without a second party.
He was going to ride the toy until he came hands free and preen in the feeling of those very eyes watching his every step.
Sam got rid of his underwear with flourish as he grabbed lube from the same drawer. He wet his fingers and quickly reached behind him, ass facing the window. Circling his hole with a finger had him biting his lips in anticipation already, he let out a breath as a single digit worked its way inside. It always felt weird at first but he quickly got over it as he was reminded of the collar on his neck by the weight it provided.
That gave him enough courage to insert a second finger already, Sam's skin was burning as his fingers brushed over his prostate.
A choked moan escaped his lips as he did it again but harder. The pre-cum for the tip of his cock squirted on the bed into a small puddle forming between his legs. He was once again reminded of Hiro's presence when he felt the intensity of eyes grow heavier on his back. He let out another half moan when he put a third finger in, milking his prostate for all its worth. He stayed there milking and edging himself for a few minutes before he felt he was ready for the real fun to start.
Another squirt of pre landed on the bed as he pulled his fingers out, grazing his sensitive spot in the process.
He wiped the excess lube on his member, giving the already soaked muscle a stroke. It jumped in his hand as he repositioned himself, his back facing the headboard and full body in complete view of Hiro's eyes.
Sweat dripped down Sam's back and over the bulging muscles of his thighs, his lean stomach shook with a wavering breath as he repositioned the dildo below him, the head catching on his hole and slightly sinking in.
"OhHh shit.." Sam shakily let out, voice cracking mid moan.
He took his hand away from the toy as the large head popped into his hole. Shutting his eyes as they crossed and rolled up slightly, a loud moan escaped his swollen mouth while lowering himself fully on the silicone cock. His thighs shook with the effort of holding him up, but eventually he was able to sit himself fully.
Sweat rained down his body as it shook on the toy, the head rubbing over his sensitive prostate.
When Sam moved to grab the ball gag and handcuffs, tears welled up in his eyes as the cock moved inside him.
The overwhelming feeling and stimulation caused even his uneven breathing to break. Securing the gag in place and cuffing his hands behind his back, he felt a sense of completion.
The gag stopping him from making any other noise than the wanton moans punched out of him, the cuffs reminding him of the limited movement he has, the cock digging into his ass and abusing his most sensitive places, and the collar, reminding him exactly of who he belonged to.
Without the use of his jaw, spit spilled from his mouth and made its way past his chin and over his stomach, creating a mess of his front side.
Sam started to ride, slowly at first, but quickly abandoned that in desperation and need, lifting himself until the head sat in his hole, then dropping all his weight on the cock, spearing him and slamming into his prostate.
Sam screamed, and he had never been more glad to have a dorm so far away from the rest of the building.
He paused for a second to get his bearings before repeating the process over and over again, gaining more speed and power as he went on.
God this thick cock felt so good he thought, and that fact alone almost drove him over the edge. Seizing his body and pushing tears out of his eyes as well as a thick squirt of pre-cum.
He knew just how close to size this thing was to Hiro if only smaller by a little. He'd known and that's why he so desperately wanted to buy it.
The few times Sam and Hiro were in close proximity to each other was through a physics class they shared. Sam for sport reasons, and Hiro for art reasons.
Sam sat adjacent to the boy, so when he went to stretch, lithe muscle peeking from under a sliver of his ridden up shirt, exposing his shaven 'V' line, he'd heard a quiet choked cough from the boy in front of him. Sam thought nothing of it at first, until he focused on the object of the noise and saw an inconspicuous Hiro adjusting himself through his shorts. An inconspicuous Hiro, adjusting a very big problem.
Sam isn't small, infact, he was slightly taller and bigger than Hiro, but compared to that cock, it made his hand look smaller than what he'd thought.
Sam shivered from the memory as more of the clear liquid oozed from the head of his member. His mind swam with made-up scenarios; Hiro petting his hair, tangling his long fingers in his curls and pulling hard.
A strangled groan escaped Sam's blocked mouth as a particular bounce made his head spin. His cock head was flushing an angry purple color.
He continued daydreaming.
Hiro below him, hands rested on the bulk of Sam's thighs, and whispering words of encouragement as Sam frothed himself to completion on that big cock. Spilling cum on the soft belly of Hiro, marking him as his and his alone.
Hiro bending Sam over his knees, spanking him into subspace and not letting him cum. What an odd sight that would be, but oh god would it feel heavenly.
A sob ripped through Sam as tears streamed freely down his face. His entire body was shaking and his thighs were burning from exhaustion but he couldn't get enough. The tightness coiled by his groin, heating his skin. He was so close.
But he went on.
Bowing down to Hiro with a mouth full of his cock, not allowed to touch himself or get off in any way other than with the heel of Hiro's foot.
Hiro's hand, wrapped around the front of his neck, in place of the collar, squeezing until Sam felt lightheaded and his eyes crossed from pleasure while Hiro drilled him from behind and whispered his dirty secrets in his ears, not letting him think about anything else.
God! I wish he were here right now. Sam thought, whining into the gag.
I wish Hiro was pulling me around by the leash, yanking my collar, not caring if my knees were bruised or if I was in need of any stimulation.
He sped up, bouncing with more vigor. Only that I was being a good boy for him.
Sam shivered again leaking more fluid. A well behaved bunny.
And with that thought the tightness in his stomach reached incredible lengths. His cock jumped, once, twice, three times before shooting cum up and splattering his stomach as well as face. His body curled in on itself as he shook through his orgasm. Hole tightening and fluttering around the thick appendage. His mind stayed in a peaceful state of bliss while his orgasm subsided.
"...HUH?!" He croaked out, muffled from behind the gag, throat shot through with the moaning he was doing just seconds ago.
Bunny?! Where the fuck had that come from! I know the team likes to make fun of me and say I look less like a human and more like a rabbit, but a bunny! A-and why even would I think that anyway! Sam unhooked the handcuffs and rubbed his wrists where they'd been tied down. I-I mean, I've heard of people wanting to be called puppy, o-or kitten! But bunny! Ah geez.
He sighed, unhooking the gag and finally swallowing.
What a strange realization to have right now. I'll definitely have to revisit this train of thought another day.
He should probably start cleaning up, but Sam felt the fire, though cooled down, ignite back to life in his depths, when he still felt Hiro's eyes scan his body from his dorm. Not to mention his cock was standing loud and proud like he hadn't just had a mind blowing orgasm.
With shaky hands and even shakier thighs, he turned around, facing the window with his legs bent but spread, and cock pointing towards the ceiling. He'd left the silicone dildo in, not wanting to feel the emptiness that came with taking it out.
What am I doing right now? Sam asked himself, questioning his sanity. But the arousal building back up in his body took control of his mind as the question floated from his brain, like someone had plucked it out themselves.
He looked down at himself and saw the drying cum splattered on his stomach, heat rushed to his face as his eyes widened. When had he cum so much?!
He finally allowed himself a quick glance to the window that'd been watching his every movement, and what he saw made his cooling skin heat right back up.
A fucked out looking Hiro with furrowed brows had his huge cock in hand jacking off furiously, flush darkening his mole littered tan skin, tousled hair even more fucked up than what it already was, and eyes squeezed shut.
He had a sketchbook laid under packs of granite pencils and erasers sitting beside him on the bed, as if he'd abandoned that task to calm his boner.
"oH my god..." Sam whispered, breath coming out faster and heavier. Looking back down he grabbed his cock after scooping the cum on his stomach in his hand, using that as lube, even though his pre-cum had already done that for him.
His oversensitive cock jumped in his hand as more liquid leaked from the head and ran over his fingers.
"He's jacking off to me.." Sam rambled, slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft. Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! His mind was running a mile a minute.
"I can't-" He choked out. Now with the gag removed from his mouth, he was free to moan and whine as loud as possible. Most of them cracking when his hand started blurring on his cock from going so fast.
"Fuck.. FUCK- please, oh god!" He'd lost all control of his touge now, the limp muscle hanging out his mouth and dripping spit on his stomach. He had know idea who he was begging to, probably the fictitious Hiro he had in his head. He opened his eyes, which somehow slipped shut from all the pleasure, when he realized that the actual Hiro was right in front of him, and that he didn't have to imagine anything at all.
Upon looking though, he saw, without a doubt dark eyes staring right at his face, those pink lips mouthing the word "cum' over and over again as if wishing for it to happen.
Sam, though, took it as a demand. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, brows knitting together, and swollen mouth forming an 'o', as he gave his cock one more pump. The oversensitive thing shot out, what Sam thought, was more cum than last time. The jet stretched up and formed a different path on his stomach. The end of it landing in his mouth and splattering his bottom lip.
The cock that had been shoved up his ass slipped out enough to rub harshly on his prostate. He gave a jolt when the gland sent a shock through his body, arching his back and whitening out his mind
By the time he came back to himself about thirty seconds later, his limbs were heavy with exhaustion and his ears felt as if they were filled with cotton.
His legs had fallen open all the way and his soaked cock finally laid limp on his pelvic bone. He didn't risk looking towards the window anymore than he already had, least Hiro started suspecting Sam knew he was watching.
The pleasant ache settled in his bones, making it progressively more difficult to get up and clean. Though he did so anyway, with little complaints. First, stripping the dirty sheets from the bed, then, disinfecting the toys he used with wipes. He took extra care with the collar, his gaze lingering on the tag.
Property of Hirotashi
His heart skipped a beat as he placed the collar back in the box. Turning to go shower, feeling Hiro's eyes watching him the entire time.
When he woke the next morning to a clean uniform and clean bed sheets folded on his desk his heart melted a little more. And after he arrived at work that day, the after glow of the best energy draining orgasms he had the night before hadn't faded in the slightest.
He floated around work not getting a single order wrong, despite the burning heat of eyes watching him, and the crow-like gaze Ina eyed him with.
He was pretty sure, he heard the girl elbow Mirian and demand five dollars from her.
"Called it." She whispered. Mirian answered her with a side-eye as she handed over the money.
"Whoever it is, got him wrapped around their fucking finger" She said in lieu of a response to the bragging.
If Sam had been more conscious, he was sure he would have summoned enough energy to come up with a mild threat, but all he did was glance at the far side of the cafe with a soft smile.
Yeah, I guess he does.