A Life Debt Repaid

"Yeah, it's good." Quinn nodded — it was worth the praise.
Moreover, Sam had never once cooked in his life, and it was a huge surprise that he could do it so well.
If anything, Quinn was prepared to taste something bitter.
Sam's mood improved thanks to her approval as well, and he switched channels back to the court case.
"You were watching that?" "Veah.
Ty “A court case?" Sam frowned, slightly confused.
All women preferred variety shows or romance dramas, did they not?! "I prefer the legal field—it's why I went to law school back
then," Quinn admitted.
"Yeah," Sam replied, remembering that Quinn was a lawyer and a legal consultant for Saunderia.
Did that mean she gave up on her preferred career to stay with him? Sam felt emotional in a way he could not describe just then,
and he could feel a warm sensation spreading over his heart.
"I'll watch it with you," he volunteered —he did not actually like it, but he was willing to get involved with her life.
Quinn nodded, thinking that Sam would like such an exciting analysis of the court cases.
Most others shielded away just because they did not have in- depth knowledge of what was happening.
However, when they really did, they would be drawn into the intrigue, just as they would gain a lot of knowledge— killing two
birds with one stone.
While Quinn was engrossed, Sam was at first serious and a little interested but soon found it dull.
He was never a patient man, and he really wanted to whip out his phone.
However, he resisted the urge—he had agreed to watch TV with Quinn, and he would do just that.
As such, he kept fidgeting even as he sat beside Quinn, while she did not really notice that as her eyes were fixed on the TV.
By the time she realized what was happening, Sam had dozed off beside her.

His entire body was leaning lopsided in a clearly uncomfortable position, but he was sleeping soundly regardless.
Amused, Quinn wondered if she should get him a blanket or he might catch a cold.
But after some thought, she decided to wake him up and tell him to go to bed, since sleeping on the couch was hardly
comfortable.
Most importantly, it would hurt for his six foot frame to stay there.
"Sam," she called out to him softly.
Sam frowned, slightly upset.
"Sam, you should go back to your room," Quinn repeated.
“Urgh, go away..." Sam mumbled, clearly still sound asleep.
Having no other choice, Quinn reached out to shake him.
"Come on, Sam.
Go back to your room— sleeping on the couch is really uncomfortable, and you'd catch a cold—ah!" Quinn gasped in shock as
the world seemed to spin just then, and when it came toa stop, she was already pinned beneath Sam and kept immobile.
Sam's eyes seemed clouded by drowsiness, and he only seemed half-awake as he stared at Quinn in front of himself.
In fact, his eyes were unfocused; he might still be dreaming...
"“Sam— it "Shush..." Sam suddenly cut her short.
Quinn was left staring blankly at him and wondering what he was up to.
Could he be sleepwalking? Suddenly, he murmured, "Don't ruin my dream." So, what on earth was he dreaming about?