Smed put the packet of instant oatmeal in the bowl. Measured the water and stuck it in the microwave. He could make Sammi a bowl of oatmeal at least, but the microwave was old, so it took almost 3 minutes to make, which gave him time to think what to say. Perhaps.
"How's it going..you and Logan?" He looked up at her who was sitting at the breakfast bar in her baggy sweater. He noticed the sky blue tank underneath. He sighed then. She shrugged.
"You aren't still mad at him, are you?" Smed seriously thought he should shut up and possibly just be Logan's friend in all of this. That was the right thing to do.
"No. I don't think so." She seemed oblivious to what he was trying to get too. Of course, he wasn't sure, either.
"I hear Megan got you two signed up, to learn the Tango or something." Smed smiled then as he finally went back to the microwave and pulled out the hot bowl for Sammi. He then watched her spice up the oatmeal with butter and brown sugar and cinnamon. He put in some slices of whole wheat bread in the toaster.
"I hate the idea already." She focused on the bowl of breakfast.
"See, you just gotta stop thinking that way." Smed grinned.
"What? I have to think positive? I'm not that graceful, and I just know Logan has two left feet." She was so sullen about it.
"Well, with that kind of attitude, you're gonna miss out on the fun part." He shrugged, but she gave him a look that he shouldn't talk about this with her. "OK. Well, I should get ready." He grabbed the pieces of toast, gave her one and slathered the other with peanutbutter and jam.
"So..how did you know?" Sammi finally asked as he was about to go.
"Know what?" He looked at her as if he was afraid to answer. Maybe.
"You know, that Megan was the one?" She stirred her warm oatmeal.
"Huh." Smed so wanted to cram the toast in his mouth and act as if he didn't hear her. "Maybe..maybe she..wasn't." Caitlin came to mind, instantly. "But it worked out. It really worked out." He nodded. His eyes watered, slightly. "I love her, I really do."
Sammi was quiet. It was as if she hadn't heard a word he said. He hoped she hadn't. He really hoped she would forget this conversation.