[center][h2][color=a0410d]Sam Cross[/color][/h2][/center] 

Sam wrenched several napkins from the carton and threw them onto the spill, however, the cheap-ass films sucked up hardly anything. Just another thing to make this more frustrating! Before she could lunge to get more, she paused as one of the employee's came up to offer help. Hmm, at least that helped a bit. She didn't smile or offer thanks, she just watched as he draped the towel over the accident. It was much more effective than her use of napkins, soaking up most of the spill. Suddenly she heard the employee yelp at the heat of some of the coffee drops landing on him, reddening his skin. The women looked at the phenomenon with concerned and confused look. That coffee had been boiling and she hadn't been effected, but the other man had. Was it just luck? Was her skin just more used to heat? No. Being used to hot dish water was one thing, but [i]boiling[/i] hot coffee was a completely different thing. Her mind was finally catching up to the weirdness of it all, examining her hands longer and longer, her painted face showing severe concern. Where was the redness? I mean, there was no way she could get out of spilling boiling water without at least gaining blisters, but her skin remained unchanged and she felt no pain. In fact, to her astonishment, it even felt good, like a pleasant warmth. The words, 'You...  a'right, ma'am?' drifted into her consciousness, but all she could utter was. "[color=a0410d]I...[/color]" 
More words weighed on her, 'You don't seem to mind the... uhh... heat.' The words came through surreal out out of place. For not the first time she felt as if this whole thing was surreal. Was she high? What the hell?

Suddenly a towel intercepted the odd scene of her hands before her, breaking her of her trance. Blinking to look at the man in confusion as he carefully padded down her arms. 'Wow, you're hot...' These words hit her and immediately she fell back to being herself. Her eyes, extravagantly winged with eyeliner, narrowed in annoyance and her lips pinched ever so slightly. [i]Is this guy serious?[/i] she thought to herself. He must have seen this because suddenly he began to retreat, looking like an idiot. Her head cocked to the side and her body shifted. "[color=a0410d]Okay, Hercules.[/color]" She said, her voice dripping with annoyed sarcasm. She snatched the towel from him, and began wiping herself down. "[color=a0410d]You can step off of that chivalrous horse of yours.[/color]" Sam looked up straight in his face and flashed an aggressive smile full of sarcasm. "[color=a0410d]I think I got this.[/color]" she quipped. Her smile fell to a blank, annoyed expression as she turned back her attention to cleaning off her hands and wiping off the table. Little did she know, she was still radiating waves of heat, and as she cleaned up the mess more and more, it was quite clear to anyone that the heat was not, in fact the coffee.

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