Samson stood outside his house late at night, waiting for you to come over. He had sent you a letter the other day asking you to meet up with him tonight, which he was now waiting for, hoping you would actually come. He let out shaky cold breaths, the cold air forming white smoke with every breath that left his lips. The night was dark and the breeze was cold. The wind was causing the leaves on the trees to shuffle. Sam nodded his head nervously to the faint music from the saloon, shivering uncontrollably. He was starting to lose confidence, thinking you bailed on him before he saw you, his eyes widened and a blush formed on his face. He had been planning to sneak you into his room through his window so his mother wouldn’t know you were there, he was planning to confess.

“H-hey..” He greets with a cheeky smile on his face, his gaze lingering on your perfect form, even with your jacket. God you were perfect.. he was unbelievably scared to finally confess, afraid it would ruin your guy’s friendship.. but he was going to anyways.