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Warrick pulled his SUV into his driveway and turned off the engine. He was more than elated to be finally home. He got out of the car and glanced across the street. There was a young woman struggling with a large box into the house. A large pickup truck was in the driveway full of boxes. He thought for a second then started across the street.
"You need some help," he called out as he got closer to her.
She turned to look at him still struggling with the box. "Yeah, thanks," she responded.
Warrick took the box from her arms. "This going inside?"
"Oh, yeah," she opened the front door and Warrick went past her inside. "Just set it anywhere. Thank you."
"No problem. I live across the street. I'm Warrick Brown." He reached out his hand and she accepted it.
"I'm Samantha Cooper but everybody calls me Sam."
"It's nice to meet you. You livin' here all by yourself?"
"Yeah, I just got here from Massachusetts."
"Wow, big change coming to the desert."
"Yeah, my parents moved here when they retired so I've been here to visit quite a bit. And I just needed to get away from the cold so I decided why not Vegas."
He nodded. "Well, you want some help with those boxes?"
"Yeah, I'd appreciate that."
They headed back out to the driveway and each carried boxes inside the house. It took them a little over fifteen minutes to get all the boxes inside. When they finished, Sam lay down on the floor and Warrick plopped down on the couch.
"So, did you give up some hot date to help me?"
He laughed. "Uh, no. I was thinking about chillin' in front of the TV with pizza and a beer."
She sat up. "Well, I'd like to repay you for your help so how about pizza and beer on me?"
"That sounds good," he replied and smiled.
An hour later they were sitting on Sam's living room floor with a large pizza and a six pack of beer on the coffee table. They were talking and laughing.
"So, why aren't you married? A nice guy like you, you'd think some girl would've scooped you up by now. Unless it's because you're a player."
Warrick chuckled and shook his head. "I was married. I actually just got divorced pretty recently."
"Oh, sorry. I'm kinda nosey sometimes."
"No, it's alright. We rushed into it without knowing enough about each other. My advice to you is that if you ever get married; make sure you know the person really well."
"God, marriage. I'm not too sure about that."
He put the beer bottle close to his mouth. "Never say never." He took a long swig of beer. He glanced at his watch. "I better get going it's getting late. Do you want some help cleaning up?"
"No, it's fine." She stood after he did. "Well, thank you for your help. I'm sure since we're neighbors we'll be seeing each other around."
"Yeah, we will," he started toward the front door and she followed after him. "Thanks for the pizza and beer."
"You're welcome," Sam responded and leaned against the door she had opened for him. "Have a good night." She smiled.
He returned her smile. "You too."