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Shawn Mendes as the newest character later on in the chapter 😍
The opera show was incredible, Samia smiled the whole way through and Klaus couldnt stop staring at her. Her smile was easily his favourite.
The family was walking down the road to the restaurant Elijah recommended going to. Rebekah and Samia were infront of the boys, they were holding hands and laughing at basically anything they said.
It was always like that with the two, they could look at each other and end up in a fit of giggles. Sister telepathy, they called it.
They arrived at the fancy dinner, Elijah lead the four to a table in which a young man was already sitting at. Three of the Mikaelsons raised their eyebrows in confusion, wondering who the man was whereas Elijah smiled at the look of realisation on Samia's face.
Francis.
Samia meets his eyes and it's as if the wind had been knocked out of the two. he was definitely more handsome than she'd remembered. His hair brown curls sitting perfectly on his head. He wore a fresh outfit, he was rich of course. He had a scar on the right side of his cheek and the one lazy eye Samia adored when she was little.
And Samia was easily the most beautiful girl he'd had the pleasure of laying eyes on. Her brown hair was down in its natural curls, her hazel eyes captivated him & her freckles only added to the level of attractiveness.
She'd grown alot since they twelve, Francis took notice.
The family sat down, introducing themselves, Elijah introduced him as an old friend he met a club one time. he wasn't sure if Samia was happy about him being here yet, so he lied just in case.
Of course Elijah never knew the secret nights Samia spent in Klaus' bedroom, he assumed she was single. He also just wanted to see his little sister happy and thought this was the right way to go.
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Samia's red dress accentuated her breasts majorly, Francis couldn't help but glance every now and then and it didn't go unnoticed by Samia.
But he was only human and she was gorgeous, he was bound to make a fool of himself.
"Hey." He smiles.
"Hey," she replies, politely. She didn't want the Mikaelsons to to know how familiar the two were with eachother, so she had to fake introduce herself and it confused Francis.
She had him questioning if she even wanted him there, truth is, she didn't know the answer to that either.
A few drinks and meals later they were at the talking stage, the bit where you'd talk for a while and soon head out.
Francis spent the night trying to get more involved with conversations that involved her, he felt as if she was doging him left and right, like she was ignoring him everytime he said something.
Whilst Samia excused herself to use the bathroom, Francis told the group he was going to the bar, however he followed her. Not in the bathroom, but he stood outside of it, hoping she'd want to talk to him.
When she walked out he was momentarily stunned, the words he planned to say to her flew out the window. "Francis, what is it?" She asks, he smiled at her before holding one of her hands as he spoke. She look at the hand, then back up to him.
"I want to know why you keep ignoring me, why you acted as if we never knew eachother." He looked extremely nervous asking this, like he was afraid of the answer.
"It's not you. It's just your father killed my-"
"He's not my father, not by blood and not by choice." He corrected Samia, he was just a boy he took in when his parents died. (They're not related okay)
"Right. Francis, it isn't you. I'm just a very complicated girl, not one you want to get involved with." She attempts to explain, but even that answer was too vague.
