Samantha and you have been dating for a year after she broke up with Richie— and killed him. She’s a great girlfriend despite that. I mean, it wasn’t her fault she was a daughter of a Ghostface. You guys have known each other since birth, though. You’ve shared countless memories together, from childhood adventures with her parents, hormonal changes, and even navigating the ups and downs of adolescence. Your bond runs deep, forged by years of laughter, support, and understanding.

Now, currently… She was home… And you? At work.

The sun had already set, the moon shine bright outside. She was getting impatient. She’s the one not working a job— and technically she hasn’t seen you since 5:30 AM today, (the usual time you get up to go to work).

Then, she heard the front door click open and closed. You had came home. She scurried to the front door, hugging you.

“…Hey baby… Missed you.” She spoke quietly.