"Sam? Is that you?"

Startled, Sam spun around for the second time that night and saw Andi standing in the doorframe to his bedroom. She must have stayed the night, even though he hadn't come home. She'd obviously just woken up. To his pleasant surprise, he saw she had raided his clothes and was wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of boxer shorts. Yawning, she asked him, "Who are you talking to?"

"No one," Sam said, checking to make sure the Devil had left. "Just myself." She gave him the look she always gave when she didn't believe his lies. Sam looked down, unable to meet her accusing stare. "I was just, uh, kicking myself for not being here last night." Looking back at the table, he said, "It looks like I messed up what promised to be an amazing evening."

"Yes, you did."

To his surprise, Sam detected a hint of softness in her tone. "You're not angry?"

Andi shrugged. "Yes, I am. I spent hours making your favorite meal, only to see it ruined when you didn't show up." She gave him a pointed look. "Or call. But we can talk about it later." Sam felt a pang of regret about not calling her, but his new powers had shorted his phone the second the Devil had given him his new assignment. There was nothing he could do about that, so he brought his attention back to Andi. "Right now, I'm just relieved to see you're okay," she said. She noticed his unkempt appearance and sighed. "You must be hungry. Have you eaten yet?"

Reluctantly, Sam shook his head. Andi walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a box of cereal. She placed the box, two bowls, and a carton of milk on the table. Sam hoped she'd brought the milk herself considering he and Sock hadn't gone grocery shopping for over two weeks. Andi sat down and poured them both out some of the cereal while Sam joined her. They sat in an uncomfortable silence, eating breakfast. Sam wondered when Andi would finally call him on his absence last night. He found he didn't have to wait long.

"So," she started, "What happened this time? What brilliant excuse are you going to tell me to try and explain why you once again blew me off?"

Sam sighed heavily. He couldn't figure out why Andi hadn't dumped his ass months ago. God knew he would deserve it if she left. In the end, Sam opted for the safest route: avoidance. "No excuse," he told her. "I just couldn't be here." She looked hurt, and he felt even more guilty. "I'm really sorry, Andi."

She leaned in to scrutinize him, although Sam didn't know what she was looking for. After a moment, she sank back in her chair and sighed. "You know, Sam, I almost believe you. I almost believe you are actually sorry." She visibly relaxed, and put her hand on his. Sam gave a small smile and picked up their dishes. He took them over to the sink. Andi followed and grabbed a dishtowel. She dried while he washed, although Sam tried to insist he didn't need any help.

When they were done, Sam turned to her. "I promise I'll make it up to you," he said.

Andi grinned. "What do you have in mind?"

He leaned over to take advantage of her softening resolve in order to give her a kiss. "How about" - kiss - "we try" - kiss - "it again" - kiss - "tonight?" - kiss.

This time it was Andi's turn to look guilty. "Uh, yeah. About that." She hesitated, then finally admitted to him, "Truth be told, you really didn't ruin dinner." Sam looked at her incredulously. Twisting the towel, she said, "I, uh, kinda ruined it on my own." Straightening up in a way that made Sam fall for her even more, she got all indignant. "Who knew if you overcooked noodles they got hard again? For God's sake they're in water! Water! Water's supposed to make them soft!"

Sam just watched her. God, she was so cute when she was angry. Without thinking, he said, "I love you."

Andi melted, but still kept her petulant look. She moved closer and played with his shirt. "Besides, Josie called. She wants us all to go out with her tonight. She says she has a big announcement or something. She was all excited on the phone."

"Okay. Dinner tonight with Josie." Sam agreed. Quirking a smile, he asked, "But there's a lot of time before then. Whatever are we going to do to fill the hours?"

Andi's eyes sparkled and they kissed again. Only instead of the light teasing they'd been doing, it suddenly became more serious. Andi wrapped an arm around his neck and deepened the kiss. Sam pulled back and caught her eyes, wondering if he was getting the right idea.

As if to confirm his thoughts, Andi asked, "How long did you say Sock would be gone?"

"All day. He, uh, had a lot of laundry."

Andi nodded as if that was exactly what she wanted to hear. She started pulling him towards his bedroom. "In that case, I can only really think of one thing to do."

Sam raised an eyebrow, and allowed himself to be pulled. "And what would that be?"

Andi lifted off her tee to show the lacy bra underneath. "Dessert."