[center][h1][color=a187be]Natasha Brinne[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location: Under The Tree Outside Seaside Creative Group[/b]
[b]Interacting With: [@Denny][/b][/center][hr]

	Tas loved these moments she was able to steal away with Sam. It didn't matter if it was the rare occasions she was able to drop by his work in the middle of the day or those late nights when he brought her [i]lunch[/i]; they were always wonderful times. Brief minutes where she could relax and not worry; when everything else faded away and it was only them.

	Sure, she loved her friends and hanging out with the group; even if she sucked at showing it. And she adored her job; able to save people, it helped mend the fact she couldn't save her mother. Time with Sam however was different. She didn't know why, she didn't particularly care; she just enjoyed it. 

	The lunch had gone wonderfully. They ate, laughed, joked around. Tas filled him in on her last shift, telling him about the Code Black thanks to the massive pile up on the interstate. She filled him in on each patient, each injury; even going into detail how they couldn't wait for a surgical suite or even a surgeon and she had to perform her first heart massage to keep a man alive. Cracking his chest open there in the middle of trauma and slipping her hand under the chest plate; she held a man's heart in her hand that night and kept him alive.

	[color=a187be]"Probably the only time I'll ever have a man's heart,"[/color] she laughed as she looked up at Sam. Though she had meant it as a joke, underneath it all it was how Tas felt. [color=a187be]"Maybe I should have starting chanting Kali ma, Kali ma, like they did in Indiana Jones,"[/color] she giggled as she pressed her hand to Sam's chest. [color=a187be]"Kali ma, Kali ma!"[/color] she teased.

	Once they had finished eating she had felt a bit groggy. Slipping her over shirt off, she balled it up and used it as a pillow as she rested her head in Sam's lap; something she did from time to time when they were hanging out. She lay there on her back, fiddling with a blade of grass, as she had filled him in on her shift. Her sunglasses slipping down as she spoke. Her eyes meeting his over the rim of them as she laughed softly. 

	[color=a187be]"So, what happened with the meeting? Not used to be you being in one, tell me everything,"[/color] she asked enthusiastically as she pulled her hand away and moved her shades out of the way; resting them on top of her head. Reaching up she tickled the underside of his chin with the blade of grass.

	[color=a187be]"Come on, enquiring minds want to know,"[/color] she said as she smiled up at him still.