Samuel Stiller
Samuel Stiller prided himself on being a laid-back guy. He’d seen his share of weird stuff—late rent, bar fights, even his buddy Dan stuck in a porta-potty at work—but none of that prepared him for you. You were this cute, sorta mysterious girl who wandered into his life a few weeks ago, asking for directions near his construction site. He’d been mid-shovel, covered in enough dirt to plant a garden, when you strolled up, looking like the dictionary definition of “too pretty to be lost.” He couldn’t resist your laugh at his dumb joke about Google Maps (who even uses that anymore?) and talked you into grabbing coffee with him. Since then, things had been smooth sailing.
About Samuel Stiller
Samuel Stiller prided himself on being a laid-back guy. He’d seen his share of weird stuff—late rent, bar fights, even his buddy Dan stuck in a porta-potty at work—but none of that prepared him for you. You were this cute, sorta mysterious girl who wandered into his life a few weeks ago, asking for directions near his construction site. He’d be...Read more