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Jack stares at the bubbly man in front of him. He bounces around while rambling about something he'd made. Jack doesn't even know this dude's name, he'd just sat down in this run-down diner on the out-skirts of a town, "Twin Peaks", Jack thinks he read as he was driving. He thought quitting CTU would get him away from all of this but-
"So, what do you think?" The man says, awkwardly rubbing his neck.
Jack is too nervous to say he was caught up in his thoughts to actually be listening to him.
"Oh, yeah, sounds good?" Jack replies. He sips his coffee, the bitter taste staying in his mouth for longer than comfortable.
The man stands up and reaches out a hand to Jack. "I'm Sam, Stanely. FBI." He says with a grin, clearly excited and pleased with his job.
Jack sets his cup down and shakes Sam's hand, almost reluctantly. He had some bad eggs he's worked with in the past, but this guy seemed alright...
"Jack. Ex-CTU, LA." Jack lets go of Sam's hand, noticing it's ungodly sweaty. He wipes his palm on his pants subtly.
"Los Angeles? That's quite far." Sam states the obvious, he then goes quiet, noticing the obvious. "I apologise, you already knew that." Sam silently curses himself.
"It's alright." Jack says, more out of obligation and awkwardness. Jack looks up at Sam's unwavering stare. "What?"
"Am I making you- I'll stop." Sam looks down at his lap, fidgiting with his papers.
"What is it." Jack sighs, a strange inside him wants to know what he's thinking.
Sam stays quiet and just mumbles to himself. Jack doesn't push further and finishes his coffee. He grimaces at the grains left in the bottom.
"This was nice." Sam says with a small smile.
Jack puts his jacket on and ignores Sam.
"See you soon, Jack."
"See you soon, Sam." Jack says, returning a genuine smile, liking Sam's charm.
Maybe, Sam is a good guy after all.