[center][h1][color=a187be]Natasha Brinne[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] The party -> Sam's Apartment
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Claire, Cabbie, [@Denny], [@rougeLily][/center][hr]

	Tilting the glass back, Tas took a sip of water; it didn't stay in her mouth long, heck she didn't even get a chance to swallow... [i]like omg, Becky[/i] cause her to spit her water all over the bar tender. She gave the man a [i]whoops[/i] look as she laughed and turned to watch the duo sing. It was hilarious, she should have expected those two to pull a stunt like that. Similarly Claire ended up blowing beer out her nose as she laughed, her brothers rolling against the bar laughing. It was surely a sight.

	Then Tas noticed something she hadn't expected, Connor and Eva slip out. All she could was smile, it was nice to see him make an actual connection like that, it was about time in her book. Time for both of them to stop [i]chilling[/i] and start living. 

	When Kip got up on stage, he had the doctors full attention. She smiled softly to him as he sung, he had stepped out of the shadows for once and it made her happy to see the progress. Pulling out her phone she recorded the performance, clicking some still shots in the process. The song hit home for her more than she expected. As he scurried off stage she slipped over to him and rested her hand on his shoulder.

	[color=a187be]"Looks like my shadow became a white winged dove tonight, keep flying. It suits you,"[/color] she said quietly before stepping over to Claire and grabbing her bag. Hearing her phone go off she pulled it out and read the message from Sam. The smile on lip grew and she sent a quick text back.

[center][b]To: Mah Delivery Man[/b]
[color=a187be]On my way hun, be there soon.[/color][/center]

	Slipping the phone back into her bag she made her way quickly over to Claire and pulled her away from her brother a bit so she could talk to Claire without Murphy trying something, she wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible now.

	[color=a187be]"I need to go, can you make sure everything gets wrapped up here for Nat?"[/color] she asked as she hefted her bag onto her shoulder. Claire perked a brow, then a look of understanding came to her features.

	[color=82ca9d]"Sam?"[/color] Claire asked and Tas simply nodded. [color=82ca9d]"Yeah, go, it's about time,"[/color] she teased, shoving Tas towards the door.

	Tas slipped out, quickly hailing a cab and giving the driver the address to the apartment building as she climbed in. In the car, she leaned back gazing out the window; thinking about the day. There had been ups and downs but maybe she could find some good in all the bad. She thought about her lunch with Sam, about her slip of the tongue; [i][color=a187be]"Just you."[/color][/i]

	Just him... 

	As the taxi pulled up, she paid the cabbie and made her way to Sam's apartment. She just stood there in front of the door; staring at it and finding herself suddenly nervous. She knew this feeling; it happened before. That moment right when she found herself growing close to someone. That moment she always ran away.

	She was already close to Sam, the feelings where there; they had been for such a long time. She had been in denial, to afraid to admit them; knowing as soon as she did she would want to run. She found herself turning, taking a step away; she was about to run. 

	[color=4682B4][i]"You're perfect,"[/i][/color] she heard in her mind. His own personal slip of the tongue at lunch. She heard it, she remembered. Was that why she finally let herself slip? A subconscious effort to let him know she felt the same way? 

	She started to turn back, but remembered he had left, after she asked him to save some food for her. Had she scared him off? Was that why he left? Sighing, she changed her direction yet again, a little sting forming in her chest.

	Letting out a sigh, she drew a breath and the smell of pasta, vegetables and... lemon... came to her senses and a warm smile crawled across her lips. Sam was cooking; it was late and he was cooking... Like he did every night he knew she would be hungry. He left to make her dinner... 

	He was always there; laughing with her, talking; they'd curl up and hang out for hours. She was always comfortable around him. No, she was happy around him. Why should she run from that? Turning her direction for the last time she raised her hand and knocked on the door. 

	[color=a187be]"Sam? It's Tasha,"[/color] she called out, still feeling nervous; butterflies fluttering in her stomach but she was tired of running. It was time to take a leap forward.