Fic: Good boy - Operation Anxiety Baked Snacks
“You know, I’ve been thinking...if even my Dad and Sensei Lawrence could put all their stupid rivalry stuff aside to work together...and Demetri is willing to work with Hawk just to make Miguel happy - I mean, that’s a start, isn’t it?” She paused, looking thoughtful. “And Miguel and I will be there, just in case Hawk decides to be a total dick... but maybe he really does want to help,” she shrugged, then looked out at the ocean.
“Maybe one day, me and Tory can leave our stupid feud in the past and call a proper truce too. I don’t want to fight her. And it sounds like she doesn’t want to fight me anymore either, so…” She shrugged casually. “Like, I don’t think we’ll ever be friends or anything…”
“Then again, I guess my Dad would have said the same thing about Sensei Lawrence, and now…” her mouth turned down at the corners, in an extremely worried frown. “He’s so sad that Sensei Lawrence got hurt and he’s doing all his depression recipes. He does really complicated Italian food when he’s heartbroken or anxious… Like, he’s making his own ravioli from scratch tonight- that’s how sad he is!” Sam did an expressive italian gesture to emphasise her worry.
“Even worse - he’s gone all super-sales mode now, too.” She grimaced extravagantly, and lowered her voice like she was telling Robby a secret. “Super-sales mode is something my Dad does when he’s nervous or having a hard time, Handsome. He just becomes like this super fake and shiny salesman.”
Another wave broke a little too close to them, and Sam finally stood back up and dusted herself off.
“It’s a really weird coping mechanism. But what am I going to say? Hey, Dad. You’ve been selling too many cars lately- is everything okay? Hey Dad, your salesman smile is really dazzling right now, is there anything you want to talk about?”
Sam hugged her arms into her chest and started walking back to her car. “But I guess we all cope in different ways... and my Dad does breathing exercises, so…. He’s probably fine, right?”