#sam:threads

It felt like it’d been ages since Daivi and Sam caught up. Both of them worked insane hours, and Sam knew Daivi was extra anxious about all of the new fae in the city. She wished she knew how to make the woman feel better, but she didn’t. She was just trying to live her life as normally as possible. What else was there to do?

Sam was still getting adjusting to sharing a space again. She hadn’t lived with anyone since her mother died when she was eighteen. It was weird to turn the corner and see someone else there. Thankfully, it was Moon-soo, and she felt comfortable around him. It’d taken some time, but she considered him her best friend.

Sam had arrived with Moon-soo, but it was clear he was a lot better at socializing than she was. He was chatting up a storm with someone Sam didn’t recognize, and she wasn’t entirely sure what to do with herself. She wasn’t used to attending events like this, preferring a cup of tea and a book alone in her room on the weekends, even New Years Eve.

Sam tapped her numbered card absently on the table where she sat, glancing around the bar. She took a sip of her drink, knowing Moon-soo would probably want her to actually seek out her match rather than just sit here passively, but he was busy socializing himself so she felt she was in the clear. She really didn’t expect much of this event. She still wasn’t completely convinced there wasn’t something wrong with her that made people not want to stick around. She knew she put her work first most of the time, but nobody had really come around to pull her from that, aside from Moon-soo, and as cute and nice as he was, he just wasn’t her type in that way.

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Sam had given Stevie some time off following the earthquake, preferring to have her employees well rested and mentally stable as much as possible despite the fact that it then fell to her her alone to clean up the mess that the store had become. But by the time the weekend was over, she had everything more or less cleaned up and reorganized and she told Stevie she could come back in.

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“Bailey! You can’t pass out back here. It’s bad for business,” Sam said, kicking at the man’s shoe and tempted to dump one of the jars of pickled pigs feet over his head. She knew she’d just have to be the one to clean it up, though, so she refrained. “Wake up, old man. Go home if you’re just going to sleep.”