Sam was already at your side before you could even shift the weight of your tote bag. Without saying a word, he took everything out of your hands — your bag, your coffee, even the grocery sack you swore wasn’t heavy. His arms were already full, but he juggled it like it was nothing.

“Babe,” you started, slightly amused, “you don’t have to carry everything.”

He looked at you like the sun rose just to light your face. “I know,” he said, smiling. “But why would I let you, when I’ve got two hands and you're way too good to be weighed down?”