Sam is already in his seat when I enter bio. His smile lighting up his dark brown eyes when I sit next to him. “Don’t you look handsome today. You got a hot date?” I ask playfully while I bump my shoulder into his. He’s wearing dark wash jeans and a snug red t-shirt. His smirk tells me I’m right. “So, who is it? Do I know them? Em well, I probably don’t. I don’t really know anyone but tell me who it is anyway.” I smile.

“It’s nothing really. There’s just a new guy named David that just came in yesterday,” he says shyly. “I asked if I could show him around, and he said yes.”

Just looking at Sam, I can tell how excited he is. “That’s great, Sam. I actually met him briefly, yesterday. Where do you think you’ll take him?”

He blows out a long breath. “I’m not sure. I just wanted to spend time with him. Maybe, I’ll show him some touristy stuff and have a Bonfire on the beach. That way I can save the falls and the caves for next time.” He smiles sweetly.

“I didn’t know there are falls around here. How do I find them?”

Sam waves a hand, dismissing me. “Have Masen show you. Before I forget, I’ve got your keys,” he says, searching through his messenger bag. “Here ya go.” He smiles. “You’re coming to lunch, right?”

Tossing my keys in my purse, I answer, “No, I’m done for the day after this class. I’m gonna head over to the mall. I need some camera equipment.”

Sam nods his head. “They have a nice photography store not too far from the mall. You should check it out,” he says as the teacher begins talking. When class is over, I wish Sam good luck on his date and tell him maybe I’ll see him over the weekend.

Marshall, the next town over, has more of a city feel with big box stores and a mall. This is my first trip here so I drive around for a bit before finding the small camera shop. The awning over the door looks like a giant camera lens, it’s kinda creepy. The woman behind the counter is very helpful. Thirty minutes later, I’m out twenty-five hundred bucks, but have a beautiful camera with a couple extra lenses to play with.

I drive over to the mall to grab some lunch and do some more shopping. The restaurant I choose makes pita-like bread right in the window. There’s a lot of Greek influence on the menu. Before I can order, two male shifters sit down at my table. I’ve gotten more comfortable around shifters, but I think it’s a little unusual for them to just sit down without an invite. “Hello,” I say, “Something I can help you with?”

Both men eye me like I’m on the menu. “We were just passing through and had to know what smelled so good,” he says, trying to sound sexy.