“I miss the feeling of knowing exactly who I was. I feel so adrift now,” she admitted. “But you do know who you are,” Liam said simply. “You’re a surprisingly clean housemate, you make a killer margarita, you sing woefully off-key—” “Okay, we can’t all be the front man in a band—” “You’re Samantha,” he kept going, which effectively silenced her. “My friend.”