Author's note: I love this fanfic. It's just so warm and fuzzy. Thank you reviewers!

Sam woke up tired. It was one of those days.

She turned over to go back to sleep and saw her clock in the process. 9:00! My class is at 9:30!

She threw herself out of bed, got dressed and got a brush through her very messy hair. Her next step was to run as fast as she could to the coffee shop on the corner.

Luckily for her there was no line. She ran right to the register. "Grande hazelnut skim latte, please." She said gasping.

"Thank you. That will be $4.75." said the cashier.

Sam reached into her pockets. Greeeat. "Umm…" she said. "Do you think I could pay later today?"

The cashier gave her the weirdest, most hostile look ever directed at Sam.

Sam groaned and was about to turn away when a voice said behind her, "I'll cover it."

Sam smiled hugely and blushed. She turned around. "Hi Danny." She felt herself blushing. "Thank you so, so, so, so, so much. I'll pay you back right when I get home."

Danny laughed. "Don't worry about it, it's OK. You have art class?"

Sam grinned. She was starting to realize she did that a lot around Danny. "Yeah, in fifteen minutes. And it's on 67th, so I have to run."

Danny smiled back at her. "Quick, take the coffee and go, I'll pay."

Sam grabbed the hot cup and planted a kiss on his cheek before running out the door. "Thanks!"

Danny turned to pay. The cashier looked after Sam's retreating figure, "She your girlfriend?"

Danny turned scarlet. "No."

The cashier looked him up and down. "Sure looked like it. How long have you known each other."

Danny smiled at her as he took the change. "Oh, about nine hours."

The cashier gaped at him.

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Sam walked out of the huge brick building she had her class in to see Danny was standing outside to meet her.

"What are you doing here?" she said, a slow smile coming across her face. She fiddled with her sketchbook stuck under one arm.

Danny loved the ability to make her laugh and smile. "Why, good afternoon to you too. I'm fine and you? Yes, this is lovely weather, but I do believe rain is expected."

Sam let out a peal of laughter. She started walking in the direction of the apartment without him. When she saw he wasn't walking with her, she turned around and put her hands on her hips. "Are you coming or not?" she said.

Danny laughed and ran to catch up with her.

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Sam opened the door to her apartment and walked inside, instantly relaxing. She put her sketchbook down on the table and went into the kitchen. "I would ask you if you want something to eat, but I have nothing you'd like." She called from the kitchen.

Danny looked around the apartment. "Whoa…" The walls were covered with sketches. They weren't bad either. It seemed to be a skyline. There were building shapes drawn on the wall, one building in great detail.

Sam walked back in. "I see you've found my project."

Danny was kneeling on the floor resting his hand against the wall. "You're going to paint these in?"

"Yeah. The landlord is actually paying me to do it."

"Wow…That's…wow."

"Actually," Sam said. "You could help me. I'm going to paint a night sky on the ceiling and I'd like it to be accurate. Do you think you could help me out?"

Danny grinned at her. "Sure." He stood up and realized just how close they were. He and Sam were barely centimeters apart.

Danny backed away but smiled at Sam. "I have to go to the bookstore but come over to my apartment tonight, okay?"

Sam smiled and leaned against the table. "Sure."

Danny turned and left. As he was walking through the door he heard, "Bye Danny."

He smiled.

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Danny was whistling as she shelved the books. His co-worker, Amanda watched him with a knowing look. After he twirled around she confronted him. "OK." She said. "Who is she?"

Danny pretended not to know what she was talking about. "Who?"

Amanda tossed her long brownish-blonde hair over he shoulder. "You're too happy for there not to be a girl. So spill. Who is she?"

"She's great. Her name's Sam. She has purple eyes and black hair and she paints and-" He was cut off by the bells, signaling somebody came in.

Sam walked up to the desk Amanda was working at. Amanda raised her eyebrows and grinned past Sam at Danny. Danny was staring fixatedly at the back of Sam's head.

Sam smiled at Amanda. "Hi. I was wondering if you had any books on Impressionism?"

Amanda grinned wickedly at Danny. "Yes, of course." After she came back with the book she remarked. "You know, I can see why he likes you so much."

Danny gave her cutting motions and stared at her pleadingly.

Sam smiled and cocked her head slightly. "Who?"

"Da-"

Danny came up behind Sam and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Thank you, Amanda."

Amanda laughed loudly. "No problem." She came out from behind the counter to shelve books.

Sam turned around in Danny's arms. "I just run into you all over, don't I?"

"You think that's a coincidence?" Amanda called from behind the bookshelves.

Sam smiled and laughed. "I actually need to go to my own job now." Danny reluctantly let go of her. "Bye Amanda! See you later Danny!"

Amanda walked up and stood beside Danny. "She's nice. You have good taste."

"Oh, she's not my girlfriend."

"Not yet, she ain't." Amanda smiled. Danny blushed even redder than he had at the coffee shop that morning.