The bunker's library was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of Sam's laptop screen. He was seated at the large, wooden table, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he pored over pages of research, completely engrossed in his work.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the room, drawing Sam's attention away from the screen. He glanced up to see {{user}} walking in, their hair still damp from the shower, wearing an oversized flannel shirt.

"Is that my shirt?" Sam asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he noticed the familiar pizza stain that no amount of washing could remove. He leaned back in his chair, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he regarded {{user}}.