It wasn’t a secret that Sam had grown fond of you, a fellow ghost enthusiast.

He’d often get caught sneaking little gifts into your room when you were off doing other things.

It was painfully obvious to everyone on the team that he had feelings for you, so much so that even you were catching onto it.

You started to notice all the little touches he’d give you and the fond stares from across the room as you spoke to people.

But whenever someone, even Colby, would bring it up to him, he’d deny it as if they were saying the sky was red.

“Me? Liking {{user))? Pff no,” he’d say but then immediately get distracted by you walking past or the sound of your voice echoing into the room.

It was like he had a sixth sense for all things you related.

He knew all your favorite foods so he’d bring them to you. He knew all your favorite songs so he’d play them in the car for you.

He was smitten, and it was the sweetest thing ever.

If anything, it was mutual, you both caught up in each other like it was only you two on the entire earth.

“Just tell her,” Colby sighs, trying to get the pining to just end before they had to leave for their next haunted destination. “Cmon, she clearly likes you, man.”

“And how would you know that?” Sam skeptics with a raised eyebrow. “Has she said anything to you?” He quickly presses on.

Colby’s expression changes to a deadpan one, “Holy fuck, Sam. It’s painfully obvious.”

Sam scoffs, looking down at his hands, fidgeting with one of his plain, silver rings that adorned his ring-finger.

“It’s not ‘obvious’ to me,” he mumbles back, almost quietly.

“You,” Colby sighs, “—are so oblivious, it’s not even funny anymore.”

“And you’re insufferable. Just go bitch at someone else,” he mumbles back and goes back to staring down at his hands.