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You were strolling around the bunker looking for the shelf that usually held the tomato sauce. You were making pasta and desperately needed something to top your spaghetti with. When you finally found the shelf, you reached for the jar with the sauce.
But there was a problem. You were too short to actually take it from there. You started calling out for Sam, since he was tall enough. He just had to hold out his hand and grab the sauce from the top of the shelf. So you called out his name.
He came running into the kitchen holding a gun and pure worry could be seen on his face. Only when he saw you standing next to the shelf, he realized you weren't in any kind of danger.
"So this is why I had to come?" he asked with an amused look. He walked next to you and you puffed in annoyance. He would usually tease you for your height but he wouldn't offend you.
"Yes. Now can you please give it to me? I made pasta and I really need the sauce." you pleaded with an irritated tone.
"Sure, short stuff, anything for my little lady." he answered, with a somehow pleased look. He had a big, goofy smirk and you just wanted to punch it off his perfect but stupid face.
"Well, if I am a 'little lady' than you are a moose." you replied proudly.
"Your moose" he said, looking down at you.
"My moose." you said while standing on your tip toes to give Sam a sweet but passionate kiss.