Sky looked amazed as he watched Sam reiterate her experience angrily. He hadn't even asked. He was even too surprised to find the situation funny.

"So you actually accepted to model?" He asked in utmost giddiness, ignoring every other thing that Sam said. "Seriously?"

"It's your fault for pushing continuously about the damn thing," Sam looked angry at Sky, who only found it laughable.

"I really have to meet Chris," He said amidst laughter.

It was already almost 1 am, and the rush of the bar had died down. There was barely anybody even in the bar. Sam rubbed her temples. She was tired, plus working both shifts didn't help with her current dilemma, and now she had to worry about Sky and Christine.

Sky twirled on the stool from the other side of the counter from where she stood. Sam rested both arms on the counter and glared silently at Sky, who ignored them, which only annoyed her further.

"She even made a big deal about my name." Sam finally said.

"Really?" Sky stopped on the stool "what about your name?"

"That it sounded like a planet," Sam grudgingly spoke. No matter what kind of venom she spewed out, this blockhead would only find it funny.

Just as predicted, Sky burst into laughter but paused abruptly, which made Sam wonder if he had finally broken.

"Wait, your name, as in your full name?!" Sky sprung from the stool. "You never told me your name was a shortened version."

Sam rolled her eyes. This form of exaggeration from Sky may be the end of her one of these days. "I hate it, so I don't tell anyone besides you never asked," She said, and Sky paused and slowly nodded.

"Good point, but I didn't think there'd be a full name," Sky said, satisfied as he justified himself and sat back on the stool. "Well, what is it? Tell me?" He asked in his usual hyperactive manner.

"Fucking hellfire, no way," Sam said, moving away and wiping the other side of the counter to ignore Sky. She knew him well enough to know that he would never let it go after knowing her full name.

"Pretty please," Sky pleaded and attempted a puppy-eyed look.

"You suck. It doesn't suit you," Sam said with a scowl.

"Worth the shot, don't you think?" Sky said, moving the stool to plant it in front of Sam again. "Come on, Sammy. I want to know."

Sam sighed. Since when did she start talking this much? She missed her peace and quiet.

By the time they were both done with their shifts, they both walked out of the bar. Sky still grumbled and murmured, asking for Sam's name, but she ignored him.

"Anyway, do you get paid for the gig?" Sky asked, coming to terms with the fact that he won't hear Sam's name, at least not today. He decided to ask about modeling instead.

"I don't know, I guess," She replied as they walked the deserted street. "I didn't ask," she added.

"Hmm. What about the days and times? You barely have enough." 

"I didn't ask that either." Sam stared blankly ahead, not knowing why she even accepted to do the dumb gig in the first place.

Sky facepalmed. "You're hopeless." 

When they got to Sam's apartment, Sky stood behind Sam, patiently waiting, and Sam frowned. "No, you don't get to disrupt my routine more than you already have." She said, refusing to unlock her door.

Sky smirked, "Oh come on, it's lonely, walking the street so early."

"You always have, and you never complained. Ugh. Whatever," Sam opened the door anyway, with Sky trailing behind her.

Her house looked the same as usual, the curtains draped down, making the room a bit horror, not that she cared. Sky was the first to fall on the bed from exhaustion. He took Sam's blanket and wrapped himself, leaving Sam, who stood there amazed.

"Just go to your house, damn it!" Sam grumbled. she walked up to her little fridge to get water slamming it behind her. Sky only cuddled in more.

"Your house is comfy," Sky's muffled speech came out from his wrapped masterpiece, and Sam just shook her head. This guy would be the death of her one of these days.

Unfortunately, she didn't have a sofa, but she had an extra blanket. So she kicked Sky to the other end of the bed and wrapped herself in her blanket. Sam took her phone, setting the alarm for 8 am, hoping she would get enough sleep before then. 

Later during the day, Sam was at her usual mundane business of brewing coffee and sometimes serving, also trying to put up the best customer service smile she could, which still didn't go down well with her till now. Surprisingly she had slept enough to keep her from being too cranky, and Sky was too exhausted to bother her about anything. 

The set pace of the morning had already been in place. The early customers of the cafe came in to fill themselves with their regular doses of caffeine when a familiar face popped into view. No matter how many times Sam couldn't get used to this manner of meeting but whatever.

"Hi," Christine said, waving her smallish palm at Sam, who nodded.

"Can I take your order?" Sam, as usual, didn't have time for any of Christine's excesses.

"N-no, I just wanted to talk," Christine waved both hands this time as she spoke excitedly, almost jumping, which was already giving Sam a headache.

"I don't have time now, wait till lunch break," Sam said, scribbling a name on a takeaway coffee cup. She passed the cup to Jane, a colleague who also made coffee.

Christine stood watching Sam's every move, which became more disturbing by the second, but Sam ignored her with gritted teeth. Why wouldn't she leave already?

"Hmm, well can I have a latte with lots of creams then," Christine said after a while. She smiled enthusiastically, showcasing her pearly whites.

Sam only sighed, proceeding to make her coffee in another takeaway cup, and finally scribbled 'Chris' in cursive, then handed it over. 

Christine paid, thanked Sam, and left giddily, humming to herself. Sam stood staring at the door in devastation. She wasn't expecting this. All she wanted was a peaceful life. Sam couldn't help but think that her haven had been infiltrated. The cafe had been the only safe space away from Sky.

Sam rubbed her temples, letting out a long sigh, shook her head, and returned to make more coffee.