Sam just shook her head, most people wouldn't be eating much under the
circumstances, but leave it Reese to be starving. She would have called it
stress eating, if it weren't like that all the time. Samantha cleared her
throat, "I'm Samantha Owens," she said holding her hand out to Milo. No one
could ever accuse her of being shy and she had no qualms about introducing
herself.
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Reese actually blushed at that and mentally slapped her forehead "I'm sorry,
these are friends of mine, practically family. Sam," she introduced each
and held out her hand to each in a polite way of pointing "Claire and Brady.
They've.. they've helped me since mom..."
She let the sentence end there with a slight shrug, not wanting Milo to feel
bad about missing the funeral or anything.
Just then the waiter brought over the coffee and each of them drank it
gratefully. Reese wasted no time in placing an order with a sheepish smile
and explanation that she had had very little to nothing to eat yesterday,
specifically avoiding Sam's look. Her best friend knew what happened to
Marissa when she didn't eat; especially considering her body literally
demanded an intake of food that would have impressed the likes of the
Pittsburgh Steelers at their hungriest.
Claire followed with her order and looked at Brady curiously before ordering
his favorite and reaching under the table to squeeze his hand gently. Poor
babe wasn't really awake yet but he was there to support their friend. Just
as she was.
"So," she then turned to Milo with a curious grin, conversation casual to
get the ball rolling between the relatives -- and because she had taken a
closer peek at the paperwork Brady and she had obtained from the computer
system while he had taken his shower and changed "What do you do for a
living?"
