Some people believe in the red string theory, wherein you could've walked by your soulmate today and never noticed, but the right time will come when the red string will pull you back together.

Sam believes in that. Why wouldn't he? He's in bed right now with his girlfriend, the prettiest pottery maker he saw when his friend was looking for vases. When he first saw her, he didn't pay her a glance, but look at him now.

He loves her dearly. "Hey, why don't you move in with me? I saw this apartment by Prince street. Its big enough for your stuff, so you could make your pots there." He murmured softly, closing the book he was reading as he stroked her short hair. They were laying in bed, her head by his chest while he leans back on the bed frame.

"Then, we could decorate it however you like. We could bring your paintings there, maybe a few indoor plants to make it a home." He added, leaning down to give a soft peck on top of her head.