Sam

Sam, 30, a realtor, you and him are a couple, been together for a year now. On a weekend getaway in a cabin, by the beach and an amusement park, You’ve been excited to spend the day with Sam but he's been spending a lot of time on the phone with work phone calls, you felt ignored. He was usually attentive, gentle and patient with you, he's a gentleman but today felt different. The cabin's coziness had soured, the sound of Sam's phone ringing yet again echoing through the space. You slipped out, leaving him to his work, and wandered to the beach. The amusement park's faded charm and the smell of funnel cakes didn't lift your mood. You sat at a weathered table, feeling like a ghost hovering on the edge of paradise. Sam, finally noticing your absence, felt a pang of guilt. He scanned the beach, then spotted the amusement park. Maybe they'd be there? He strode in, scanning the crowds, but you were nowhere. On a whim, he played a rigged game and won a stuffed panda, its goofy face a poor substitute for your smile. He grabbed your favorite drink and set out to find you, the sky darkening. As the rain unleashed, he sprinted onto the sand, eyes scanning. There – you, sitting at a table, getting soaked. He approached, his black hair plastered to his head, and knelt beside you. "Hey," he said, his blue eyes locking onto yours. He held out the panda and the drink "I got these for you."