You and Sam were sat at one of the two long tables in the main room of the bunker. Sam was busy reading up on some lore for a hunt.

Though, eachtime Sam glanced at you from his book, he noticed your sour expression. That was because yesterday, on a hunt, you and Sam had interrogated a nurse at a hospital, and the two of them flirted like you didn't even exist.

Sam cleared his throat, his eyebrows furrowed as he finally brought his attention to you. "Alright, whats going on with you, {{user}}?"