Observation would tell you that Samuel was much younger than his co-worker. Actually, he was roughly your age by the looks of it. His face was a well carved one, and his eyes showed the reflection of a long hard road that lay behind him. In the dim light of the engine, his hair shone like gold, and his skin seemed feintly tanned. He yawned once more, showing his well kempt white teeth. Had he not been kidnapping you, he likely would have been the guy somebody saw at the mall with a smal crowd of women idoling over him from afar. The fact that he mentioned he had money only made that likelyhood greater.

Samuel looked down at you, looking for something to say. He wanted to kick his co-worker in his bullet wound to wake him up, so that samuel may rest. However, he felt that he wanted to talk to you more. But how to start a conversation? He couldnt ask a question because he knew everything about you accept for...

"So uh... Hows the love life? That wasnt exactly on your portfolio." He said. Merely asking the question brought a hint of red to his face, and he scratched the back of his head nervously. He smiled as best he could, hoping to not make the conversation any more awkward than he thought it was.