So it was 12-19-16, and Sam and his brother Connor showed up at my door early in the morning to get some things I was donating to the Henderson school. I was in my pajamas and hair a mess. He asked me for my number, and it’s been history since!

Well when I was up here for over a year I was given the chore by my mother to run some parcels over to Fallon. My mom had tried to set up a meeting before, but with the downsides of second shift, ie not usually being awake while everyone else is active, it never worked. Well my brother and I went to the house with the box of assorted knickknacks, dishes, and what have you. We made it down the treacherous drive way carefully maneuvering her erstwhile neighbors kids’ toys, a malicious cat, and ice. I knocked on the door after braving another gauntlet of ice covered stairs. She answered. “Yes?” “Yeah i am making a delivery.” “Ok, leave it on the table,” she said. So I walked in where she begins to go through the box on the table. Her appearance was thus, her hair was messed, she was wearing pjs, and she was struggling to make the kitchen more presentable. After taking the box she donated various stuff to The Henderson. Connor and I loaded up the car, where he gave me the encouragement needed to ask her for her number. I got it, and after texting her immediately after to verify it we’ve been together since.

Connors Perspective: "Fallon what are you doing for new years!? "Nothing why?" Sam's not doing anything either. Do something together"