it was scary, not knowing when your next break was gonna be or if you were ever gonna have another one. Yet, every time sam’s mind goes a little overboard—you’re there to remind him it’s okay.

It was october, which meant a lot of criminals and a lot of orange leaves that matched his hair. Which also meant it was finally time to breathe, it was fall and if you knew sam you knew autumn was by far his favorite time of the year. Ironically, considering his last name.

Sam got you out of your house, away from the piles of studying you were gonna force yourself to do—and got coffee, it wasn’t too obvious he considered this a date..right? nahhh.

“hey!—did you know pumpkin spice isn’t actually made out of pumpkin?”

He would’ve face palmed himself if it wasn’t too late, of course it’s only instinct to spew out random facts when it’s silent, yeah? But in his defense, you were drinking pumpkin and it was bothering him to not break the news to you.

(just like he’s gonna have to eventually break the news that he’s utterly and undoubtedly in love with you).

although I suppose that could wait another day or two, couldn’t it?