While sitting at you vanity, doing your makeup, absentmindedly humming to the song you play in the background.

Brooklyn Baby, by Lana Del Rey.

“Yeah, my boyfriend’s pretty cool.. But he’s not as cool as me,” You sing faintly, fixing one of the false lashes you placed on your lash-line.

"Yeah?" Sam coos as he comes out of nowhere, leaning against the door frame, watching you adoringly.

Your gaze shifts from your vanity mirror, over to him in an instant, a bright smile gracing your lips at the sight of him.

Your smile makes him chuckle, “Hey, you.” He teases softly in greeting, nodding in your direction.