As the three friends walked past the living room, Jayson looked over to the flowers and motioned to them, “Well someone had to right? And we’re not going to get you to do it for us of course. Oh, and we hope you like those, they’re for you… and if my memory does serve me then those would be your favourites.” He says with a gentle smile. Heading up the stairs, Jayson takes a left to go down the hallway. Dropping one of the suitcases, he opens the door to Sam’s room. Taking her luggage back up, he goes inside and places it by one of the light blue walls. He takes a deep breath in and can still smell paint, so he walks over to the window and opens it, “Let’s let the fresh air take away the smell of paint.”<br/><br/>Jayson then turned around and looked at the two standing close to each other,<em>They’d make a great couple…</em>he thinks, then watches as Sam goes over to the bed. When she asked the question, Jayson thought for a bit.<em>Though I did make it… and I have had strong feelings for her… but I do owe Mike… and he’s always been there for me…</em>“Yup, hand made… and yes again, one of us did…” he then quickly points to Mike, “Mike made it. Hope you like it, he spent many hours of solid working to make the bed perfect for you. Sometimes I had to go and bring him dinner!” he says and chuckles slightly. When Sam isn’t looking at him, he turns his head to Mike and winks.<em>Just take it Mike… she’s better fit for you than me</em>