(Please note: I do NOT own these characters. I wish I did, but I DO NOT. They are not mine.)
(Sam's POV)
I sit at my computer in the small, cozy coffee shop. Ugh. I hate writer's block. I close the computer and rake my hands through my brown hair, which could use a trim. I drum my fingers on the table and sip my coffee. "Mind if I sit down?" I hear someone ask. "Nah, I don't mind." I respond, and look up. A guy with blond hair a little shorter than mine in an army jacket and ripped jeans sits down, opens his laptop, and starts to type. After a few moments he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Writer's block is awful, huh?" He says. "Yeah. Terrible." I respond. He's pretty cute, I realize. He has nice eyes. Soft and brown. Similar to the coffee sitting on my table. Mine are Hazel and change almost constantly. I smile, and he smiles back. We chat for a while, losing track of time. After a little bit I re-open my laptop and start to write, then look at the time. Great, I have to leave. "Bye, nice talking to you." I say quickly. I stand up, and before I walk out the door he smirks and hands me a piece of paper. I grin back and walk out, feeling giddy. I'll call him later,I think. I smile to myself. I've missed being this happy..
End of one-shot 1.