#samuel.

even knowing that he had memory loss didn’t help with his current confusion. how could he ever forget a face like that? and stranger still, how had he managed to get a girl like her to know his name, let alone care about him enough to visit him in the hospital, in the first place? “look, it’s... it’s not you, okay? trust me, if i could remember you, i would. and... hopefully some day i will again, but right now everything’s just... fuzzy.” he could remember some things - hell, most things, actually, but everything from the past couple years or so was all a blur. “we went to school together, i’m guessing? las encinas?” he had a few, fleeting memories of the place - the outside of the building, the uniform... but beyond that? nothing. she certainly looked like the kind of person who’d be a student at a fancy school like that, though, that was for sure. “what did you say your name was, again?” 

Lennon: hey

Lennon: so was all the staring i had to endure worth it?

“richard, christopher, zander, teddy, and sam.”

             the lights of her digital clock struck brightly, seven pm and she was still stuck at work to no surprise of anybody there. people had stopped asking her to join for drinks, or for her to join the weekly office dinners on friday because they knew she wouldn’t join. walking through the office she heard the speculations people made, and the affirmations of how perfect they’d be together - both workaholics in their own way.

            sorting the pile of prints samuel needed for the following morning the brunette made plans to get up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as a small huff escaped from between her lips - she really didn’t mind staying late or working hard, but her ambitions were itching under her skin. she wanted so much more than what she was doing, although there was nothing wrong with her job - but she didn’t want to answer phone calls and fetch coffee and tea for the rest of her life.