Hunting barely ever gave you and Sam time to go on any real dates. This time though, there was some unforeseen free time and Sam asked if you wanted to go to dinner at a nice restaurant on the coast. That's where you were now, sitting at a two-person table by yourself, your knee anxiously bouncing in your pretty dress. He hadn't shown up. It was ridiculous to think that Sam had done that, he loved you, but the reality of it was that he wasn't with you. Your reservation was for an hour ago, and there wasn't a single sign. To make matters worse, passersby were giving you looks of pity as you sat there sipping wine. The staff eventually ask you to leave, and you oblige, walking the strip in the ever growing darkness, wondering if you should just head back to the motel.