#sam win

“You okay?” A hand squeezed yours under the table pulling your attention to the person beside you. You smiled squeezing Sam’s hand back. “I’m fine.” You leaned forward slightly lowering your voice. He smiled back before moving his hand to rub small circles on your thigh.

This thing between you both was new. You’d told yourself that you would wait until you’d finished college before you got involved with someone but all that had been thrown out the window the minute you’d met Sam. You’d both decided to keep quiet about your budding relationship though that was easier said than done. 

Finishing the last of his drink Sam stood from the table, his hand left your tigh and you frowned slightly at the lost warmth. “I'm gonna go grab another drink. Anyone else?” He paused for a moment and you watched in amusement as multiple hands shot in the air with various shouts of drinks accompanying them. “I’ll help.” You said standing from your seat.

Your friends quickly went back to their conversations as the two of you walked into the crowd. The moment you were far enough into the crowd you felt Sam’s hand wrap around yours as he pulled you towards a corner. “I thought we were going to the bar?” You laughed feeling your back hit the wall. Sam grinned moving his hands to your waist before leaning down. “We are, we're just making a small stop first.” 

You felt him press his lips to yours for a moment before he pulled back placing his forehead against yours. “We can’t be too long there gonna get suspicious.” Your voice was quiet as you spoke. A small shiver ran through you at the feel of his breath ghosting your lips.

“There occupied for a little longer at least.” He chuckled quietly throwing a glance over his shoulder before looking back to you. “I’ve not seen you alone all week, excuse me for wanting some time alone.” A small gasp of surprise left your lips as you felt him kiss you again. His hand moved to cup the back of your head as he moved almost impossibly closer, crowding into your space. 

After a moment you pulled back, small pants leaving your lips. “Okay. We need to actually go get the drinks now.” You grabbed his hand pulling him towards the bar. As you reached the bar he wrapped an arm over your shoulder pulling you into his side. 

When you walked up the seemingly empty counter to pay, suddenly a little girl popped up from beneath it. She dragged a chair over to the other side and stood on it, making herself eye level with you before grinning and saying, “Hi!!”

“Hi,” You smiled back, watching in surprise as she started checking out the items in your back, “Hey are your mom or dad around?”

“Nope!” She replied cheerily as she continued clicking buttons on the cash register, “But I can help you, are you looking for anything in particular?”

“Well now that you ask, do you have any paint?”

Her blue eyes lit up and she gave you a gap-toothed smile before replying, “Yes! Well, we have this book, and it has alll the different colors you can paint. It’s so big, I have to have my Dad help my carry it, or sometimes my brother even though I’m definitely stronger than him! What are you painting?”

“My kitchen floor,” You responded, watching as the girl started giggling from behind the counter, “The floor?”

"What?” You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning along with her as you asked, “Why’s that funny?”

“Well, because you usually don’t paint floors!” She shrugged and started squirming out of curiosity, “You usually put a rug on them or something like that,”

“Well,” You rested your forearms on the counter and leaned in closer, “I’m thinking that I want to brighten the place up. So, what’s a happy color? What’s a really bright one?”

“Hm,” She took a moment to consider it before pointing to her sundress and saying, “There’s yellow!”

“Yellow?”

“Yeah!” She started grinning and did a little curtsy, motioning her arms around the store, “The color of the sun,”

“Okay, alright, I think you just sold me on that!” You replied, watching as she jumped from the chair and started running to the back of the store, “I can go get some samples of that for you!! I’m Lexie by the way!”

“Okay, thanks, I’m (Y/N)!” You called back, watching as her sunny little figure disappeared behind a row of shelves.

The girl, Lexie was her name, was absolutely adorable. She had these dimples that poked tiny holes in her cheeks when she smiled, which was a lot during your conversation. She’d seemed so happy over something as trivial as helping you out, and you saw her practically bounce away to retrieve the samples. Honestly you would’ve been perfectly fine waiting for her to return to finish paying, but instead you were greeted with a familiar face.

The same man from the day before walked through the door with a jingle of its bell, “Wow, you’re still here?”

“Yeah,” You chuckled and shifted awkwardly on your feet as he approached the counter.

“Here, let me, uh, let me check you out.” The man reached for your basket and started loading the remaining objects into a bag, “Sorry it’s just that usually people are just passing through, you know? It’s kinda a pit stop, ten minutes is usually enough.”

“I like it,” You responded, looking around the room as he started on your groceries.

He stared up at you and seemed to begin to say something, but instead he was cut off by Lexie returning with an enormous book in her arms, “FOUND IT!”

“Oh, no no no, sweetheart that’s not for playing,” The man reached his arm out as Lexie clambered up the chair and handed the book to you, “No, Dad she needs to paint the floor in her kitchen!”

“Thanks,” You said, motioning to the book that was being stuffed into your bag by Lexie, “I can, uh, I can take it home?”

“Yeah, oh yeah, definitely,” The man responded, looking up briefly as he said, “Just pick a color and we’ll order it up for you.”

He then started swiping your items and pressing buttons on the cash register, before tossing them to Lexie who would stuff them in the bag, “Alright, we got rice. Ah, basmati, the King of rices!”

“Yum!” Lexie chorused as she dropped it to the bottom of your bag, “My favorite!”

“Wow,” Your brow rose in surprise, “Good catch, Lexie”

“Thanks!” She responded before catching the next one with one hand and raising it up above her head, “Light bulb- ding!”

“Alright, tuna, soap…” The green eyed man listed off your items one by one before tossing them to Lexie, who repeated what he said before stuffing them into your bag. The two of them went on like that for another minute, working in perfect tandem until all of your items were packed and it was time to pay. 

“18 even,” He looked up at you when he was done, and you started rummaging through your wallet, “Here, thanks.”

“BAG!” Lexie pushed the paper bundle across the counter and into your arms, “Thanks for shopping!”

“Take a book,” The man pointed to a small stand to your left, “They’re free! People, you know, they vacation and leave all these books, so take one they’re free.”

“Alright,” You turned and grabbed the closest one, “Well thank you, Lexie. And thank you too,”

“Anytime, hey my name’s Sam by the way!” The man called after you as you walked out through the store’s greenhouse.