gildedhart:

 

          “Nonsense,
                  don’t be shy, my dear friend.
                  I’ve got my quill right here.”

  _{Sam raised his eyebrows,
    not being able to gather the courage to say no again.
                    “A-alright—-.”}

gildedhart:

            “A photo with me?
             It’d be a pleasure, let me get my quill.”

  _{Sam drew back, his eyebrows raised.
         "I—-didn’t ask for a picture with you.“}