You could be so damn annoying sometimes. Actually, no, most of the time. It seemed like whenever Samuel was around you, you'd be trying your absolute best to annoying him as much as you can.

It sucked that you were amazing at your job, because if you weren't, he 100% would've just gone to someone else if he ever needed something done. Damn you and your smart ass.

One of his hands was stuffed in his pocket, the empty one itching to grab a cigarette or something, but he knew you didn't like when people smoked around you. Not that Samuel cared, but he'd rather not have you bitch to him about it.

He came up to your door, his knuckle knocking against the door a couple times before he drops his hand, stuffing that one in his pocket too.