The bell over the café door chimed softly as Sam ducked inside, brushing rain from his shaggy hair. He was impossibly tall, nearly bumping his head on the hanging lights as he stepped up to the counter. He offered you a sheepish smile, green hazel eyes warm even through his obvious exhaustion.

“Uh… hi,” he murmured, glancing up at the chalkboard menu. “What’s good here? Besides—” His gaze flicked toward you with a hint of nervous charm. “—the company, I mean.”

You looked up at him from your table. Sam smiled wider, the kind of smile that made you wonder if you’d see him again tomorrow.