(Continued from: Part 1
Part 2)
It had been a few weeks since Gene and Sam had solved the ‘Soulmate’ issue that was between them, and Sam still didn’t quite believe it was real.
She’d always been resigned to the fact that she’d either be alone for the rest of her life, or get lucky and find someone like her who had no words to hold them down. This…thing with Gene, whatever it was—fate, the universe throwing her a bone, she didn’t know—was still hard to accept, but every time he wrapped her in his arms, she found it a little easier to believe.
Now, as she strode around her apartment, desperately trying to figure out what the hell to wear for dinner with Gene’s roommate, Babe, she was wondering if maybe she wasn’t cut out for this whole ‘relationship’ thing.
Gene was sitting on the couch, lazily flipping through channels as he munched on one of her granola bars—where the fuck did he get that? She thought she hid those from him—and looking very unconcerned with his Soulmate’s frantic dashing from room to room. “Calm down,” he drawled when she passed in front of the TV for the fifth time, hands grabbing at her hair. “It’s just Babe. Ya already met him and he likes ya. I think you’re blowin’ this all out of proportion.”
Part 2)
It had been a few weeks since Gene and Sam had solved the ‘Soulmate’ issue that was between them, and Sam still didn’t quite believe it was real.
She’d always been resigned to the fact that she’d either be alone for the rest of her life, or get lucky and find someone like her who had no words to hold them down. This…thing with Gene, whatever it was—fate, the universe throwing her a bone, she didn’t know—was still hard to accept, but every time he wrapped her in his arms, she found it a little easier to believe.
Now, as she strode around her apartment, desperately trying to figure out what the hell to wear for dinner with Gene’s roommate, Babe, she was wondering if maybe she wasn’t cut out for this whole ‘relationship’ thing.
Gene was sitting on the couch, lazily flipping through channels as he munched on one of her granola bars—where the fuck did he get that? She thought she hid those from him—and looking very unconcerned with his Soulmate’s frantic dashing from room to room. “Calm down,” he drawled when she passed in front of the TV for the fifth time, hands grabbing at her hair. “It’s just Babe. Ya already met him and he likes ya. I think you’re blowin’ this all out of proportion.”