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"Wait, so you guys really attempted to build a  soap box car on your own?" Sam asked incredulously, his eyes wide as I finished my story. I nodded, laughing as I dipped another French fry into a pool of ketchup. "I guess for a moment we forgot that we were two city girls with very little power tool experience." Sam laughed as well. "How'd it turn out?" "Well, Ash broke her foot dropping the hammer on it-" Sam cringed, "and I nearly crashed the thing taking it for a 'test run'." I recalled. "And your brother didn't help at all?" He asked incredulously. "Cal was never the loving and helpful type of brother," I admitted, chewing my straw. Sam frowned, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." "It's no big deal," I replied reassuringly, "he was just always off doing something better."

Sam nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "But enough about me," I said with a smile, "what about you? Tell me anything."

Sam laughed. "Well, I grew up in Kansas, but I've always wanted to live somewhere near a beach. I spend way more time traveling with Dean than anything else, and I'm kinda a workout enthusiast." I smiled around my straw, "that's all? No big mystery or anything?" I asked jokingly. Sam looked surprised, "did you really think I was mysterious?"

Feeling a little sheepish, I nodded. "Well, yeah. You just give off that vibe. You know, tall and handsome with an air of mystery?"
Sam couldn't help the laughter that erupted from the back of his throat, and before I knew it, we were laughing together. "That's a stereotype," he teased, and I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were an expert." I retorted, grinning. Once the laughter died down, I gazed at Sam once more.
His smile had faded and the look in his eyes seemed far away. 

"I lost my mom when I was really young," he admitted softly. My hand flew to my mouth. "Sam, I didn't mean-" "No, no no don't apologize. It's okay," he reassured me, taking my other hand in his and holding it from across the table. "It was a long time ago, I try not to focus on it too much."

I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "We don't have to talk about it anymore."

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The rest of the conversation was pleasant, and the dark cloud that had settled upon us during the talk about Sam's mother had vanished. We focused instead on cringey college memories, high school achievements, (and there were many on Sam's part), and our hopes for the future. As the café began to near closing time, Sam and I picked up, and headed to the front. I grabbed my wallet to pay at the same time Sam did, but Carlo shook his head.

"It's on me tonight, you two." He insisted, "just promise you'll come back and visit sometime soon."

After promising we would, Sam and I stepped outside. It was raining, but only lightly- the kind of rain that you don't even notice until a drop lands on your face or the end of your nose. "So, what'd you think?" I asked as Sam took my hand. "I loved it. It was definitely one of the best dates I've ever been on."

The ends of my mouth curled into a smile. "So this was a date," "Of course it was," Sam replied, before backtracking, "unless you didn't want it to be."

I laughed, turning to look at him. It was almost completely dark except for Carlo's neon sign.

"I definitely hoped it was, but I didn't know."

"Well, now you do." He grinned.

The walk to my apartment wasn't long, and when we reached the door, I found myself thinking of ways to keep the night from ending.

"Do you wanna come inside for a few?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe. He smiled sweetly, "I'd love to, but Dean's probably waiting on me to get back so..." his voice trailed off and I felt a twinge of disappointment, but I nodded understandingly. "When can I see you again?" He asked after a few beats. "Wellllll," I began, pretending to think about it, "you could always pop into the gypsy. I'm there all the time. Or we could hang out again, if you're free sometime soon."

"I'll take you up on both offers," Sam replied cheekily. I laughed, "sounds like a plan."

A few more moments of silence fell upon us, before Sam leaned in. Following his lead, I did the same, standing on my tiptoes to reach his mouth. When our lips finally touched, my insides soared, and I was sure I felt the electricity that came along with every first kiss, just the way romance novels always described.

All too soon, however, Sam pulled away.

"Goodnight Hazel." He smiled, pressing another kiss to my forehead.

"Goodnight, Sam." I replied gently, biting my lip and watching as he walked away.

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Sam couldn't help the way both ends of his mouth curled up as he replayed the night over and over in his mind. It had been perfect, right down the the very end. Hazel was unlike any girl he had ever met before; she was independent and funny, and so down to earth. He couldn't have asked for a sweeter girl.

Though what had happened to Jess still lingered in the back of his mind, and a small piece of his conscience whispered that he shouldn't fall too hard too fast, Sam couldn't deny the simple truth: he was definitely falling for Hazel.

As he walked down the stairs of the apartment complex, he could still hear bits and pieces of their conversation. Plans she had, childhood memories they'd recounted, laughs they'd shared. He didn't want to forget a minute of it.

Sam made his way to the front exit, and was just about to step outside when he heard it.

A horrified, ear splitting scream, coming from one of the floors above.

Hazel.

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