She sighed, her cheeks flushed as she decided to continue cleaning up. She figured his mom or dad would keep her busy for the rest of the day, at least.
"This isn't something we can keep a secret!" She excalimed, stopping the packing. "I live here and do nothing but work for your parents! I don't get time off! Don't you get it?! I can't date you, Ryan!" Sam turned back to the box and slowly began to pack. "I want to... but I can't."
She nodded. "T-the garage. Right." Samantha shifted, head still towards the floor, fiddling with her thumbs. "Would you like to pack everything? Or throw things out..?" She asked
She blinked at him once, her tail swishing back and forth as her cheeks became a darker red. "L-like that?" She asked, moving closer to him before hearing one of his parents calling for her. She pulled away and darted to the stairs. "Coming!" She exclaimed. "This is still a bad idea, you know..."