"I think planning this sort of thing kinda kills it," she said. At least according to what she knew from pop culture. "I just mean that..."

She faltered.

It was more than just sex in the bathroom she was talking about, anyway. It was this whole thing with Danny. A thing that she didn't know how to describe, a thing she couldn't really name. Maybe she was just building it up in her head too much. But it felt like a...thing. But the fact that Sam didn't even know what to call it bothered her. She was a scientist, after all. She liked classifying...things.

"...just, what I said last time, you know? About not knowing the rules."