[ Sam stops by the table to read the placards, finds one that is probably hers— My name is Sam and I'm internet famous.— and rolls her eyes as she drops into the indicated seat. She doesn't immediately recognize the man already seated there, drawing quietly; he is far less obvious without the red, white, and blue shield. She strikes a conversation anyway, hoping to steer away from any questions about her infamy. ]
I can't nap that long. I always wake up feeling disoriented.
coffee break
I can't nap that long. I always wake up feeling disoriented.