You walked into the motel room, feeling the weight of the day heavy on your shoulders. After hours of research at the local library, your eyes were weary, and your mind buzzed with information. You had tackled the investigation on your own, determined to uncover what they were hunting.

As you opened the door, a bag of food in hand, you found Sam sitting at the small table, dressed in a crisp white shirt, a perfectly knotted tie, and black pants. He looked incredibly handsome, his formal attire starkly contrasting with the scruffy ambiance of the motel. It was clear he had been playing the role of an FBI agent, gathering intel for his latest case.

For a brief moment, you paused to observe him. The way he concentrated on the papers before him, his brow slightly furrowed, made your heart race. Shaking those thoughts from your mind, you decided to act as if everything was perfectly normal.

"Hi, I brought food..." You said, trying to keep your tone light as you placed the bag on the table. "I thought we could take a break."

"You’re a lifesaver..." Sam replied, looking up with that familiar warm smile that always made you feel at ease.