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[gavemea_45]

He wakes up before the alarm clock. It doesn't matter.

It's just another day.

Sam puts one hand behind his head, under the pillow, and lies still, staring at the ceiling.

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[cannotforget]

A moment later, there's a knock on the door.

Someone else seems to be an early riser.

[gavemea_45]

"It's like she's psychic," he mutters, under his breath.

(Come to think of it, maybe she is.)

"Just a second," Sam calls, as he throws back the covers and gets out of bed. He pulls on his jeans, then walks over to the unlocked door and opens it.

"Hi."

[cannotforget]

Cheerfully: "'Morning, Sam."

Ruby walks past him and into the room.

She turns on her heel to face him. There's a paper bag in one hand.

"Breakfast," she says, passing it over to him.

[gavemea_45]

"Thanks."

He unfolds the top of the bag and pulls out a travel-topped cup of coffee and a foil-wrapped breakfast sandwich, then offers it back to her.