"I'd like that. I'd like it a lot," Samantha told him, smiling up at him, even chuckling a little. "You know, I had this whole mental list of things to talk about, spent the nervous hours last night thinking them up. You know, in case of the dreaded awkward silence? But I haven't had to use any of them. You're an easy man to talk to, Roosevelt, I'd like the opportunity to do more of it."

After the disasters she'd already faced here, at least on anything remotely resembling a love life, she wasn't even thinking anything like that could happen. She'd decided right around the time Lincoln gave her the "let's be friends" speech, that it truly wasn't in her cards. That didn't mean she couldn't take a handsome man up on coffee, did it?