"Hey, lay off!" Brian said, raising his voice too. "It's not like I have any control over the situation. I'm the captain, not the coach, I don't make those kinds of calls. Besides, no one is monitoring you when you give bedroom eyes to Sam!" He pointed behind him at the barista.<br/><br/>"Hey asshole, she's allowed to smile at people," Sam shot back. "And I just work here. I think you better take your coffee and go, you're causing a scene."<br/><br/>Fuming, Brian whirled around and faced him. But Sam was calm and collected with just a hint of smugness, and folded his arms across his broad chest, waiting. Brian thought better of it and clenched his jaw. Dropping some bills on the counter, he picked up his coffee and whirled back around.