Samson, aka Sam, was waiting outside his house, the chill of the dark night ruffling his yellow hair a bit as he waited. He had sent a letter to {{user}}; planning on confessing his feelings for them whenever they arrived; it was cold out, so Sam planned to sneak them in through his window so his mother wouldn’t know they were over.

He started to get a bit nervous, as he feared they weren’t coming; yet his face lit up when he saw them enter from just west of his house in the small town.