The next morning was a little awkward as she stepped out of her room for a shower. She had crossed Russ in the hallway and had to sheepishly thank him for carrying her all the way up three flights of stairs (the elevator still hadn't been repaired) and putting her to bed. One of the brothers had even taken the time to wipe away her makeup. Thankfully, nether of them made an attempt to strip her from her clothes, only having pulled off her boots to place them neatly by her door.

Russ waved a dismissive hand and told her it was no problem. Still, she found it difficult to look him in the eye when he handed her a carton of iced coffee. Usually, she was far more responsible with her drinking, but last night she had simply got swept up in all the fun. It had undoubtedly been one of the best nights she had in a long time.

"So what time are you meeting Mina and Ochako?" Russ asked after Callie re-entered the lounge, freshly showered and properly dressed. It took her still-slightly groggy mind a while to process what he had just asked her. Then, the memory of the two cheerleaders offering to show Callie one of their favourite brunch locations rushed back into her memory. The look on her face clearly betrayed she had forgotten about the plan. This only made Russ laugh in response.

"If I remember rightly, Mina suggested you three meet up by the fountain outside the library for 1 o'clock."

That was in just under an hour. Luckily, said location wasn't too far from their apartment giving her ample time to make herself look far less hungover than she actually was. Thank god for concealer.

After thanking Russ again for helping her to bed last night, she took off into the warm, Saturday sunshine. The fresh air helped ease her spinning head and, with every carful step and gentle sip of water from her bottle, her slight hangover ebbed.

Upon meeting Mina and Ochako, Callie was unsurprised to see that the late night hadn't effected them at all as they both greeted her with wide waves and happy bright smiles. That damn, cheerleader energy had her once again envious.

"Hey Callie! Glad you could make it. Feeling alright?" Mina asked.

"Yeah, I'm great thanks!" And it was only partly untrue. She felt a lot better for seeing them. It seemed that their bubbly energy seeped into Callie as they slipped into an easy conversation about the events of last night; "did you see Kaminari looked at Jirou? Adorable!"

On their way to the cafe, Ochako's brow furrowed and she gestured towards a small food truck by the side of the road.

"Hey, isn't that Sam?" She asked, stopping in her tracks to stare towards the figure dressed in a red and white uniform who was currently handing a hotdog to someone.

Mina followed her gaze and her face fell into an unimpressed frown. "Yeah. And Touya..."

Touya must have been the lanky, dark haired young man leaning against the front of the truck eating the hotdog he didn't seem to have paid for. Sam was resting on his elbows on the stainless steel counter, chatting away to him. He hadn't yet spotted the girls watching the scene from a distance. It was only when Ochako called out brightly to them as she lead the group closer that Sam looked up and his face split into a lazy, half-lidded grin.

"Heya."

"Hey, Sam! When did you start working here?" She gestured at the retro-styled food truck.

"Yeah..." adding Mina, casting another fleeting glance at the guy named Touya who responded with a sly wink as he chewed slowly on his hotdog. Mina turned her pink head away promptly and finished, "weren't you working at that ice cream place?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders. He was wearing the cap of his uniform backwards, his messy hair sticking out at odd ends from beneath it. "I still do. I work here on the weekends and at Nice Cream's every other afternoon when I'm free."

That sounded like quite a busy schedule, Callie thought. She was glad she didn't have to worry about juggling two jobs as well as University deadlines and timetables. Luckily for her, she had a very generous and guilt ridden aunt that paid money into her bank account every month as an apology for her sister's poor parenting.

"Honestly, Sam. You have a new job every other week, I swear!" Ochako declared, her eyes scanning the vast menu behind him. They stopped on the selection of cold beverages. Perhaps she was in-fact quietly nursing a hangover too.

Another shrug from Sam. "Someone's gotta pay the rent so that Russ can focus on making it big."

A sweet gesture, Callie found herself thinking. And she made sure never to consider Sam lazy again, no matter how many times he napped on the sofa whilst she and Russ made dinner and tidied the house.

As Ochako purchased an iced-tea from Sam, Callie felt eyes watching her. Turning her head slightly, she caught the man named Touya staring. Yellow eyes locked onto blue ones; a similar shade to Sam's but without the boyish twinkle. Instead, Touya's regard seemed to burn into her as he cast it across her body in a shameless act of checking her out. After trailing up her legs and settling back on her frowning face, his mouth tugged into another devilish smirk.

"Hey Sam..." he drawled, tossing the napkin his no-longer-present hotdog was wrapped in into the trash.

After handing Ochako back her change, Sam turned to face him.

"Sup?"

"You never told me how cute your new roommate was."

Clicking his tongue, Sam shot Callie a faint frown of silent apology before telling his friend to knock it off.

Mina took this as an appropriate time to take Callie and Ochako by the arms and lead them away, turning her back on Touya with a disapproving frown and bidding Sam a curt goodbye.

"Urgh. I don't know how Sam puts up with that guy."

And little did she know, Sam was just saying the same thing as he and Touya watched the girls retreating figures. One face smirking slyly, the other sighing quietly.

*

"Honestly, Sam," Touya began, licking the froth from his beer off his lips, "she's seriously hot. You should definitely make a move."

The two science majors were currently sat in Grillby's bar later that evening. The apron of Sam's uniform was draped over the back of the chair he was currently slumped in. Touya was clicking one of his ringed fingers against a cold bottle of beer.

Sam scoffed into his glass of rum and cola, his breath clouding up the edges. When he didn't respond, Touya went on.

"When was the last time you got laid, even?" He asked a little too loudly, smirking when Sam spluttered lightly on his drink as heads in the bar turned their way. "Like, sophomore year?"

Once again, Sam chose to ignore him, as well as the sniggers from the onlookers and eavesdroppers around them. But it didn't matter, Touya was enjoying himself too much at his quiet friend's expense.

Pushing his glasses back up his nose after they slipped down during Touya's inappropriate prodding, Sam internally questioned why he hadn't just gone straight home after work rather than accept his friend's offer to buy him a drink. Especially since it was Sam who ended up buying the damn drinks. Well, he put them on his ever growing bar tab, at least.

"C'mon..." he pressed, kicking Sam under the table. "You think she's cute right?"

Defeated, Sam drained his drink and pushed the empty glass across the table.

"Yeah. She's pretty." He sighed, taking off his glasses to clean them on his shirt.

Touya grinned, holding out his arms. "Then ask her out! Take her on a date!"

Sam shook his head slowly, but not in refusal of his friend's suggestion, but more the fact that, of all people, Touya had the nerve to be giving Sam dating advice.

"Dude, smirk at me all you want..." Sam scoffed, "but didn't your last girlfriend try to stab you?"

Touya shrugged, "Yeah, she was nuts, alright. Last time I heard, she was in jail."

The news didn't cause Sam to give much of a reaction.

"Heh. You don't say?"