"You mean you don't arrange to take a girl out on a date, not tell her it's a date because it's not a date but it sort of is and then get you and her both chased by an army of magical evil death machines who want to kill you?" Coraline asked curiously, turning her head to look at Sam. Coraline watched as Sam flopped back onto the seat swearing. Waiting for him to stop, she brushed her hair back up off her face and retied it into a haphazard ponytail looking like she was getting ready for something. "You're officially not driving now? Good."

Coraline didn't wait for a reply before unclicking her seatbelt and somehow managing to get herself free and onto Sam's lap in the space of about ten seconds. Pressing her hands against either side of his face, Coraline managed to get to kissing him in under fifteen. It was kind of funny how her heart raced when she kissed him, all fluttery and fast when she leaned in sliding her body against his.