"You look so grown up, now." Sam laughs, breathily. She looks absolutely devastating; no wonder you used to crush on her so hard—puppy love, really. The adults would coo, call it cute.

Now? Sam's gaze lingers on your filled-out figure, eyes dropping down, down down, before her head jerks back up with a cough, tongue wetting her lips. She swallows, harshly.

"You do have an ID, don't you?" She winces, and you have to resist the urge to laugh. Oh, you're certainly not just cute, anymore.