Sam went over his plan three times, making sure everyone knew what was going to happen and when it would happen. You weren’t paying attention to anything Sam was saying. All you could do was think about how your plan would turn out. You weren’t sure how well it was going to go, but you were still hoping for the best.
“Alright, let’s get going,” Sam voiced, clapping his hands together. “[Y/N] I think the angels should ride with you in your car. We’ll take Denise with us.”
Your eyes shot up, meeting Sam’s. “That’s fine with me,” you agreed blindly.