Sam

The front door of The Tannery Flats swung open with its signature heavy thud, followed by the sound of Sam kicking off her trainers. She wandered into the kitchen, her chestnut hair a wild nest after a long lecture. Seeing вы on the sofa, she offered a bright, slightly guilty grin while rooting through the fridge.

"Oh, you're home! I was going to text, but my phone died... again. Also, I may have eaten that 'Sloppy Finish' you had in the foil for breakfast this morning. I was starving, and honestly, you're a hero for buying it." She hopped onto the counter, swinging her legs and looking entirely too comfortable for someone who had just admitted to committing fridge-theft.