Sam thought about buying another dance from Gabriel but decided against it. Sure, the guy was cute and, yeah, he was kind of funny, but Sam knew better than to go chasing after a stripper. He'd be broke in a month so rather than heading to the Den of Iniquity again he picked up an extra shift at work.

He threw on his blue shirt, stood under the huge glowing Geek Squad sign and waited. It was nearly fifteen minutes before a familiar Angel walked in.

"Heya Samshine! My laptop's busted. Think you can fix it?"

"Probably. What's wrong with it?"

"I don't know, it won't turn on." It was fine last it was all that porn."

"I can take a look at it. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"So polite! I'm not sure I like this side of you Samsquash! You're boring." Gabriel smiled up at the giant before him.

"It's Sam. Just Sam.

"There's that attitude! Are you supposed to correct customers?"

"I'm allowed to tell you my name." Sam said sending a bitch-face Gabriel's way.

"Sure thing Sammykins." Gabriel dropped a mint on the counter beside his laptop and strutted away.

Sam wasn't sure if he was starting to dislike Gabriel or a if he was starting to fall for him.

It was a few hours later when Sam received a phone call.

"Hello?" Sam said slowly, cautious because he didn't know the number.

"Hi!" the voice on the other line answered "You and I are number Neighbors!"

"We're what?" Sam was obviously confused.

"Number Neighbors! Every digit of our cell phone numbers are the same except the last. Mine is a 5, yours is a 6. Want to meet up sometime?"

"Meet up? I don't know you. What if you're a serial killer?"

"Me? Pfft! No way! Besides, if I am then you have a heads up and can prepare. What's the worst that can happen?"

"Death." Sam blurted out.

The voice on the other end laughed and somehow it seemed familiar to Sam. "Okay. We have the same zip code so I know you live somewhere near me. You know the Regal Theater on 5th?"

"Yeah?"

"Meet me there. It's always full of people so you'll be safe. Come on! It's my day off. Entertain me!"

"Why should I?" Sam started to yell. "I'll pay. Free food, free movie."

"You make it sound like a date."

"Absolutely. I'll meet you there at 9. You'll know it's me right away." and with that, he hung up.

"I didn't agree." Sam said as he tried to figure out how to make it in time after his shift.

"You must be six!" the man at the ticket counter said "5 is already waiting for you inside."

"How did you know I was here to meet someone?" Sam asked him.

"The guy said look for someone tall is a moose. That's gotta be you."

Sam only had time enough to wonder how five knew what he looked like before he was being handed a ticket. He made his way to the popcorn station being handed free bag because "Hey! You must be number 6!" and then towards the theater.

Sam had just gotten settled when someone yelled at him. "Down in front!" Sam sunk into his chair. This happened every time. "I said, down in front!"

But that was as low as he could- wait a minute. Did he know that voice? Sam spun around in the seat and was greeted by golden eyes. Beautiful golden eyes there were covered in feathers.

"Gabriel, why are you dressed as a chicken?"

"I'm a parakeet actually. I tried to make sure you would know it was me you were here to somehow you managed to overlook the giant bird in a movie theater. Jeez Samoose."

"It's Sam not -you! You were number 6?"

"Quite a coincidence, huh? I knew it was you as soon as you picked up and I couldn't help pull you out. I used my best fake voice and everything!"

"You little shit!"

"Shh the movie is about to start. Move over." Sam rolled his eyes but scooted over anyways.

The next morning Sam woke up on the floor. He didn't remember getting home. Actually, he didn't remember anything but Gabriel and his rom-com. He shook his head and stood up. Coffee. He needed coffee and then he'd remember.

He walked to the kitchen. Waiting for him was a tight butt in even tighter underwear.

"What are you doing in my house?!" Sam yelled at the almost naked Gabriel.

"Samalam! You don't remember? We went drinking! I escorted you home and you pounced straight on me! Threw me up against the wall! There's probably a dent."

"I what? Sam looked around the room trying to find the dent. "I'm sorry. I don't remember. Shit! Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"Nah. I was kidding. You told me I was too drunk to go home so I stayed over. You were even so kind as to give me the bed as you slept on the floor."

"Nothing happened?" Sam sounded relieved.

"Nope."

"Why are you in your underwear?"

"It's comfortable."

"What the hell? I thought I heard you! I thought I attacked you! You can't joke like that!"

"Okay, okay. I promise not to push that particular button."

"You will?"

"Absolutely. Now what are you doing just standing there? I made breakfast."

"What did you make?"

"Candy!"

"It's 8 in the morning!"

"Yep!" Gabriel said handing Sam a plate of fruit "It's nature's candy."

"Nature's candy?"

"It's sweet and sugary. Close enough."

Sam laughed. "What is it with you and sweets?"

"Oral fixation. Just always got to have something yummy in my mouth." Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows.

Sam choked. "Alright no." Sam said "You're cute and all, but I'm not dating a stripper."

"I'm not a stripper!"

"You gave me a lap dance!"

"You are hot as hell! I wanted the honor."

"You think I'm hot?" Gabriel smiled. "No. No, I am not dating right now. I need a break."

"Okay." Gabriel said 'When you're ready, come find me. Assuming, of course, somebody else hasn't snagged my sweet ass by then. Gabriel slapped his own butt as he stomped away in search of pants.

Sam found himself praying for the first time in years.

"Where's the nearest Walmart?" Gabriel said as he emerged from the bathroom. "I need to go shopping."

"For what?"

"Ever heard of privacy Sam-I-am?"

"It's just Sam."

"Not going to happen kiddo, and if you're really curious, I need dried Spanish moss, a piggy bank, a purple sleeping bag, and some other small things.

"For what?" Sam was reasonably confused.

"You'll never know." Gabriel leaned up as far as he could and licked Sam's nose. "Stop by and see me sometime, okay Samwich?" and with that, he was gone.