After hiding substance abuse for 3 years, anxious Samantha has decided to try out a agnostic/atheist AA meeting.
She immediately connects with a senior member, Adam Sackler.
He becomes her sponsor, keeping their relatio
nship strictly professional...
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Samantha double checked her own sloppy handwriting on a brown napkin, reviewing the address she was given to by the man on the phone earlier.
She then glared at the building, "YMCA", then glanced at the street sign to make sure it was correct.
It was.
"At least it's not church.." she mumbled under her breath walking to the entrance..
She opened the door to the building, the entire place was practically empty. This was all part of her "master plan" aka " Samantha's aniexty."
Show up to any event 20 minutes early, examine people and figure out anyone before they figured out her.
The only sound she picked up on was the motor of a old snack machine and soda machine down the hall.
She could now smell the strong scent of coffee being brewed. Dark roast? Dulce?
"Yeah, I'm in the right place.." she thought to herself, heavily sighing.
She continued walking down the hall, the last door to the right was open. Inside, she see a older woman making a cup of coffee, an then chairs...forming a semi circle .
Her heart starts to pound out of her chest.
Oh god..
She turns on her heels to leave, ready to back out before the meeting has begun.
*THUD* she bumps into someone. Her face went straight forward into someone's sternum. Her purse slides off her shoulders, hitting the ground. "I'm so sorry!" Samantha said embrassed, backing up from the person.
She was always bumping into someone in New York, but to bump into someone in a empty room? There should be a award for that one.
" It's uh--okay, yeah, I'll just help--" The stranger says painfully embrassed as well. The man bends down and picks up her purse for her.....from the side.
All her contents spill out of the purse, crashing on the ground.
"What the fuck?" He exclaimed.
Chapstick, house keys, pepper spray, wallet and a mini-travel size unopened mouthwash.
"Really guy!? You grabbed it from the side." She groans bending down now to pick up her things. She quickly reaches for the mouth wash bottle and puts it in her bag before any other item. Embrassment floods over her entire being, hoping he didn't take notice of her little secret.
" But..thank you anyways guy.." All her belongings are now cleared off the ground, back into her little purse.
He cleary took notice of the mouthwash, as he frowned a bit now. Not out of judgment, he was concerned for her.
"Do you want a cup of coffee or something? It's fresh, an free. Unlike the high fructose corn syrup their selling in a can for $2 down the hall." He says exuberant. His hands on hip an head shaking in disbelief .
He sounds so passionate yet angry when he says that.
Samantha burst into laughter at his statement. She didn't know if he was dead serious or joking.
"Yeah, I'd like that actually. What are you? The spokesman for the health market of New York?" She cracks.
He chuckles walking along side with her to the table of coffee, sweeteners and styrofoam cups.
"I'm Adam." He keeps it short and simple. Samantha pours herself a cup of coffee, nodding her head. She adds Stevia and creamer to her batch of caffeine.
She stays quite. Unsure she wants to return her name. She would like to be as anonymous as possible. Unsure if she'll even return after one meeting.
"Hmm.." she hummed, thinking..thinking..
"You don't have to tell me your real name, I'm perfectly fine if you want to give a alias name for the evening." Adam adds. He pours himself coffee, completely skipping the creamers an sweetners and takes a sip.
She thinks for a second and says the first name that comes to mind. "Hannah?" she states.
He spits his coffee back into the cup, in utter disbelief of all names, that one...
"You're fucking kidding me right?" He says bitterly.
She smirks and chuckles.
Obviously the name struck a cord. "I am fucking kidding. I can't believe I'm going to tell you my actual name. It's Samantha. But I go by Sam. I'm sorry if I struck a cord. " Her voice is playful.
All her anxiety is gone. Completely comfortable. At least so far with him.
Adam coughs , clears his thoart and gives a cute smile.
