“Sam? Oh my gosh!” you grinned. The tall man with the broad shoulders pulled you into a breathless, surprised hug, and when you stepped back he was grinning just as wide as you were. Sam had grown into himself since you’d last seen him at Stanford ten years ago. You couldn’t help but revel in the chiseled jawline that shaped his face and the long brown hair that framed it. Nervously, you tucked a piece of your own hair behind your ear and looked up at him.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” Sam said. He tucked his hands back in the pockets of his suit jacket, his breath fogging out into the cold New York air. “What are you doing here?”
“I- I work here! What are you doing here?”
“I was hired for a case by the CEO!” Sam laughed out an apology to a busy passerby who bumped into his tall form, turned back to you. “How long has it been? Nine, ten years?” You nodded, unable to shed the smile that had taken up residence on your face. “You wanna… go grab a coffee? I’ll walk you to your office?” You nodded again and fell into step beside Sam as he started walking towards the Starbucks in the lobby of your office building.
“I still can’t believe this,” you laughed. “You look so different!”
“Well so do you, Y/N! I mean, you’ve really grown up. Are you wearing heels?” Blushing, you ducked your head and Sam chuckled. “I’m kidding, Y/N. You look great. Amazing, even.”
“Thanks, Sam. So how’s life as a big successful lawyer treating you?”
“It’s… It’s good. Yeah! A bit lonely, but I manage.”
“Well, maybe if you’d buy me a coffee and give me your number it wouldn’t be so lonely,” you shrugged, watching Sam out of the corner of your eye. He cracked a smile and nodded, motioning for you to place your order with the barista.