Don't Let Nobody Tell You Your Life Is Over // Sam

Zoella smiled as she entered Starbucks, breathing in the atmosphere as she did so. Okay, so it was extremely busy, but hey, what could she do? Still keeping a positive smile on her features, she walked up to the queue, her heels clicking quietly on the floor as she did, and waited patiently for her turn at the counter. It was a rather cold November this year, and so most of Zoella's free time was spent in warm places; coffee shops mostly. She would have liked to have made more friends, since she'd been spending lots of time in public places, but unfortunately, that hadn't happened. Not yet, anyway. But today, since it was so busy in Starbucks, she was determined to make a friend. She definitely needed more of those, ever since...it was her turn at the counter, so Zoella got distracted from her train of thought. "Hello!" she greeted brightly. "A medium hot chocolate, please."

As she waited patiently for her drink, Zoella briefly wondered what it was like to work in a lovely coffee shop, or rather, just a normal place like this. It must be fun not working for a big dramatic company or whatever. Much less stress, I bet. Sure, there will still be some stresses, but hopefully not so many that people get depressed or something...that would be absolutely terrible...horrifying! Zoella mused to herself. She took her drink, thanked the counter man, and then moved away, looking around her. She quickly sat down at the only decent free table and sipped a bit of her drink, feeling somewhat guilty.

Zoella's eyes scanned around for someone who might need a seat. It would just be plain rude to keep one table for two all to yourself, after all. Zoella smiled. Hopefully whoever sat down could be her new friend! Well, if anyone sat down. Maybe she looked too weird to sit with or something. Zoella prayed that she was wrong about that,but one could never really tell.She started to get rather worried and she quietly sipped some more of her drink,still looking for someone who might need a seat in this crowded place. First of all because of her whole wanting to make friends with someone thing, secondly because she had a seat to spare and she always wanted to help people out,and thirdly because she'd feel ever so guilty if she just sat here and let some other person stand around and wait to sit down somewhere. No, that wouldn't be fair at all. And if Zoella was anything, it was kind and fair....for the most part, anyway.

Outfit

Entering Starbucks, Sam sighed to himself. It was not like he had not got used to what he was made to do, but it was still true that he had not wished for this life, not after what had happened with his mother and his girlfriend. He was nothing like his brother and he had never thought that revenge may be the answer they had been looking for in all those years. John and Dean however were just the same, and there was no way he could face them all by himself. He had run away from them some time ago, he had got a girlfriend and got to college, but it seemed like his past was determined to follow him everywhere. He could not have his own life, because all three had a life that had to be shared in order to survive. That is what they thought, and Sam’s idea that maybe they had to leave the Evil all by himself and walk away from it did not seem to be shared by anyone that mattered to him. That morning, he had had yet another fight with Dean, who still considered him to be a pansy and a coward, only because he craved for that normal life his friends had. He wanted to have a girl, go to college and party all night with his buddies, not hunt the nights away and think that each day may be his last on this Earth.

Buying an espresso, because he truly needed a strong revival, he stepped away from the waiter, and his eyes instantly started looking around the coffee shop for a place to sit. He was used to Starbucks being full and it seemed that he had got there late once again, because there was no empty table there anymore. That meant he had to share, because he fully did not want to go outside, or worse, return to the apartment he now shared with his foolish brother. He was not necessarily the kind of person that made friends so easily and he usually preferred to stay by himself when he did not know the people, but this time, he decided that it was time for a chance. A petite blonde sitting by herself was the one who drew his attention almost in an instant, so with a small, almost shy smile on his lips, he walked up to her. „Hey,” he greeted her, his voice coming out as low, but soft. „I am sorry to interrupt, but is this seat taken?” he asked, only hoping that her boyfriend would not be just behind him, waiting to jump at his neck for what he thought he had done.

outfit.

Zoella's eyes were somewhat dreamy as she looked around the cafe. She seriously, honestly loved Starbucks. In her opinion, it was the best place ever, and she simply couldn't get enough of it. A small chuckle escaped her lips when she imagined her reaction if this place closed down...wow, that was actually a pretty scary thing to think about. Still, there were loads of Starbucks cafes all over, so it probably wouldn't take her long to find another one. Nonetheless, this one was closest to her house, so she just hoped this one wouldn't shut down. Wow, I am a very, very lazy person, she thought to herself, smiling a bit at that thought. Not sure when that happened. Then she had a sudden thought. When (or rather, if) she got a boyfriend, she could totally bring him here for a date...she saw that as kind of romantic, and plus it was her favorite place. While it may have seemed boring to other people, Zoella loved it and if she came here on a date, just chatting and drinking coffee with the person she liked (or, y'know, loved), she'd be happy and she'd definitely have a good time. Yes, she'd add that to the list of stuff she wanted to do in the future.

A soft, gentle voice broke her out of her thoughts and Zoella looked up, sipping her drink and swallowing as she listened to what the man in front of her was saying. He had a gentle and somewhat shy smile on his lips. Is this seat taken? Zoella smiled, her eyes twinkling in a friendly, bubbly way as she shook her head. "No, this seat isn't taken. Feel free to sit down. And don't worry, you didn't interrupt anything important." she said, smiling again as she gestured to the seat opposite her. Perfect! This guy could end up as my new friend! And he's rather cute...woah, Zoella, back up, he's a total stranger! Seriously though, you need to stop doing that. "I'm Zoella, by the way." Zoella told the guy, pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind. "And you are...?" She took another sip of hot chocolate and tucked some hair behind her ear, tilting her head at him curiously. For some reason, even though she didn't even know him, she had a feeling that he was a really nice guy...is that weird? I think it is. Shut up, Zoella, stop thinking.

The place he was in at the moment was definetly not close to his building. Actually, it was almost in the opposite side of the city, but he had truly felt like he needed to run away from everything that was around him, at least for a while. He had tried to run away several times before, until he had managed to make John almost kick him out of the house because of this. But even though he sometimes missed having a family and being with his father and his brother, he felt like it was for the best. He was a normal young man again, he went to school and partied along with his friends. He was not made to hunt for monsters against his will and he didn’t have to wonder if he would survive for another day. This was the life he wanted, not the life he had been born with. This is why now, he only wanted to be as far away as he could from his appartment, as far away as he could from Dean.

He could only look at this nice girl who had just assured him that it was fine if he sat at the same table as she did. Something in her appearance told him that she was exactly the kind of person he wanted to be. Of course, he could not judge a book by its cover, but she looked like your ordinary girl, the one that many people did not even notice, but the one he would immediately be drawn to. This was probably why he had decided to sit at her table and none of the others. Sitting down, he offered her a kind smile and a nod. She was actually a pretty girl, something she hadn’t necessarily noticed at first, but only because he hadn’t necessarily looked. “Thank you,” he said politely, before setting his own cup down on the table. He almost chuckled at how bubbly the petite blonde seemed, already introducing herself and being nice to him, despite the fact that she did not know him at all, seeing him for the first time. “I am Samuel, but everyone calls me Sam. I’m sorry, I must apologize again for invading your privacy, but it seems like the need of caffeine comes at the same time for everyone,” he smiled, shrugging gently.