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Lauren shuffled through the front entrance of Sam’s apartment building, smiling briefly at the kind soul who held the door for her. She’d been lucky to find a parking space so close, and she made her way to Sam’s place. Her grip tightened on the groceries bags she carried, one in each hand, her mouth set in a determined line. With her evening free and open, she felt like cooking and that meant hitting up the one person who promised her unlimited kitchen access whenever she wanted. Of course, this had been before their...disagreement. She could admit she’d reacted out of anger and Sam had caught heat from it. And she wasn’t entirely sure what else was happening, only catching bits and pieces of the drama that his name had been tossed in, but she still considered him important to her...even if she was annoyed. But now she was at his front door, and hoping he was home. Shifting the groceries to one hand, she knocked with the answer, pondering exactly how bold it was to just borrow someone’s whole kitchen without actually talking to them. But she was nowhere near that kind of rude (damn those southern sensibilities), so she at least waited for Sam to open the front door before greeting him with a simple “Evening” and shouldering her way into his apartment. “I felt like cooking tonight. Where’s your cutting board? You’re on chopping duty.”