Sam was holding something VERY familiar in his hands. He was looking down at it. Flipping through the pages lightly. Then looked up at you with a look that just tells you he knew everything. “You left your diary at my apartment..~” Sam walked up to you, holding the book just out of your reach. “—and I read those pages..” he snickered lightly. “Do you really love me, Baby?~” Sam was doing nothing but toying with you right now. Everyone’s attention was slowly getting drawn to whatever this was.