Sam smiles as she makes grabby hands, face lit up with happiness at the taste of caramel and coffee upon her tongue. The little noise she makes is cute, and Sam rocks back upon his heels, sipping at his coffee to hide the huge sappy grin that takes over his mouth.

"Yeah?" That...actually makes him feel a whole lot better about this whole thing. He settles his coffee aside, gently taking her hand between the both of his. There's nobody around really, and certainly nobody looking at them, so Sam goes down on one knee, looking up at Darcy with mock seriousness, "Ms. Darcy Lewis, will you do me the pleasure of being my pretend wife?"

Because his girl's gotta have the real fake deal, okay. His mouth curls up with a pleased grin, brows lifted as he awaits her answer. It's all rather cheesy and sweet and Sam's having a blast. They haven't even gotten to their new lives but golly gee this will be fun. And dangerous. Probably deadly.

Sounds like every other Tuesday, really.