It’s such a profoundly stupid question that Sam can’t help but answer, “Brazilian Portuguese. Can’t understand anything else.”
Lucas laughs and shuffles to the next card. “Where do I live?”
“Germany.” Boom, done, next.
“Can you be more specific?” the producer asks.
“I can, but he lives in a pretty small town. Probably better to protect his privacy.”
It’s not this guy’s fault Sam’s in a bad mood, but he’s definitely not helping.
“Nearest major city?”
Sam turns to Lucas. “You live north of Hamburg, in Germany.”
“Correct!” Lucas tosses the card and it flutters to the ground. “But that one's easy, since you visit so often.”
Sam scoffs. “Like once or twice a year. How often do I speak a language that isn’t English?”
“You greet people everywhere we go!”
“That’s just good planning!”
With context, it makes a little more sense how Lucas could’ve gotten it wrong. Sam might be a little on edge about him lately, for some reason.
“Alright, an easy one.” Sam shuffles until he gets to the basic bitch drivers’ questions. “What’s my favorite track?”
“Australia.” Lucas looks proud of himself. “At least I got something right.”
Sam's face falters before Sammy Smiles kicks in. “You’re right! Point for Lucas.”
It’s fine. Stupid trivia questions don’t matter. There’s no reason Lucas has to know everything about Sam, he can learn.
It’s just?—
The more wrong answers Sam has to cover up for, the more alone he feels.
Sam’s still thinking about it, still running through the answers in his head during the fan stage, the press line, and all the way back to his hotel room. It’s stupid, really, the questions were just surface level things.
Still, he can’t shake the unease he feels.
“Stupid question,” he types out. “Do you know how many siblings I have?”
He sends it before he can come to his senses.
Thomas
You don’t have siblings
His reply is almost immediate and Sam smiles.
You sound really sure
Because I am
Unless your parents have been busy in the off-season
Ew, don’t talk about Sam’s parents like that.
