Whenever Sam had walked into her apartment, he hadn't been expecting this.

She was passed out on her couch, some old rom-com playing on the television. There was an almost empty bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. Her favorite blanket, the one she had been given by Sam years ago, was resting on top of her sleeping body. He smiled softly as he gently sat down next to her.

She stirred slightly, mumbling in her sleep. Sam chuckled. At the sound of his quiet laughter, her eyes blinked open. A grin instantly overtook her face as she sat up quickly. She rubbed her eyes with a yawn.

Sam had told her he would be able to take a break and visit her this weekend. She hadn't been expecting him until the morning. He must have driven all night. The thought made her heart swell.