Sam's ginger eyebrows disappeared under the synthetic fringe of her wig. "Me?" she asked, in no small amount of genuine surprise. "Why?"

It wasn't that she minded. Far from it. But Sam had more or less resigned herself to her unimportance. There was something refreshing about it. It was an honest state of being, at least. And she wasn't the type of millennial who needed participation trophies.

Of course, that wasn't to say she enjoyed obscurity...

But still.

"What's up?" she asked, hooking her thumbs through her back beltloops and rocking on the balls of her feet.