From Across The Hall – 12

“Hi.”

A tentative hand on his upper arm as he walks away has Ruben coming to an abrupt stop that almost sloshes his drinks everywhere. The whole tray almost crashes to the ground when he looks up to discover the owner of that hand.

“Hi,” he stutters out, staring into the beautiful brown eyes belonging to Sam, and hopes for an easy smile to form on his own face instead of a sickly one.

“You work in the clothes place,” Sam says with an unfairly beautiful smile.

“Oh, yeah,” Ruben says, ...