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Once I snapped out of my daze and picked up everything I needed from the grocery store, I found myself wondering what to wear on a spontaneous date with a guy like Sam. Surely it was nothing I owned, which meant I would have to make a run to the mall. I cringed thinking about it. I wasn't big on shopping- at least not anymore. I had been, before the accident. It was something my sister and I had bonded over: spending long hours at the mall, trying everything on, buying the most expensive clothes. Now, however, I did whatever I could to avoid going to the mall. It reminded me far too much of my sister and the life I'd once lived, and thinking about it broke my heart.

Instead, I drove back to the apartments, unloaded my groceries and searched my closet. Normally, I would just call Sylvie, since she was an expert and would know what to do about a first date outfit, but I also knew how she could be when she was hungover, so I decided to just figure something out on my own.

I sifted through my closet, going through skinny jeans, pencil skirts, blouses, t-shirts and a few dresses. I threw multiple combinations together before settling on dark washed jeans, a white t-shirt and a jean jacket. It wasn't the best first date outfit, but it was cute and casual, which seemed like the type of combination that a guy like Sam would appreciate.

After I had my outfit out of the way, I put my groceries in the fridge and pantry and debated calling Sylvie to check up on her. The clock in my kitchen read 3:08 and I was sure she wouldn't want to be sleeping this long. I picked my cell phone up and dialed her number. After three rings, my call once again went straight to voice, and I sighed. Whatever she'd drank last night must have been strong if it could knock her out for almost an entire day.

I gazed at the clock once more, deciding now was a good time to straighten up the apartment before getting ready, and maybe on the way out with Sam I could stop by Sylvie's to check up on her.

I picked up a few stray newspapers and magazines, setting them in a neat stack on the coffee table. Then I adjusted the pillows on the futon and fixed up the kitchen, humming to myself and thinking about Sam as I did so. We'd gone over a few things at the bar, such as hobbies and families, but we hadn't gone too far into detail, and I wondered what a guy like Sam Winchester really enjoyed. What he liked in his tea, or his favorite breakfast foods. What his music taste was like and his movie preference. He was easily one of those guys that had the whole mysterious thing going, and one of the few guys it actually worked for.

After a few more minutes of cleaning, humming and wondering, I decided to start getting ready.

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I took a warm shower, letting the water cascade over me and trying to picture what type of date this would be. However, like the man who would be accompanying me, it was a complete mystery.

Once I stepped out of the shower, I checked my phone. A text from Sam had come in four minutes ago:

"Still on for tonight?"

I bit back a smile and replied.

"Definitely. See you at 8?" And followed it up with my address.

In a second, he had texted back;

"See you then Hazel. :)"

My stomach did a little flip flop, and I instantly felt like it was high school all over again. I set my phone back down and climbed onto the sink to apply my makeup. I only had a few palettes, as I'd left everything else back home, so I would have to make do with what I had here. I opted for a shimmery light brown eyeshadow and thin eyeliner, then topped it off with mascara. It strayed from my usual minimal look, but I had to admit, it actually didn't look bad at all.

Maybe I should wear makeup more often, I thought to myself as I blow dried my hair.

Wandering into my room, I passed by the full length mirror, as I did each time I was getting ready, and I lowered my towel to look at the scar. Of course, I knew it was there for good, never getting any better than it was now, but that didn't stop me from hoping that one day I'd look and it would just be.. gone. I could go back to wearing bikinis in the summer and not having to worry about coming up for an explanation each time my shirt rode up slightly.

Of course, this was reality, and things like that just didn't happen.

Shaking my head and attempting to rid myself of such thoughts, I stepped away from the mirror. After changing into my outfit, I curled my hair, choosing to leave it down for a change. Once I was happy with how I looked, I headed into the living room to wait for Sam.

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Hi my loves!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS❤️❤️

I am so so sorry for the prolonged absence, I've just had so much going on and I didn't have nearly enough time as I would've liked to update. but I worked everything out now and managed to get a new chapter out!

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