It had been about two years since Samantha's last date with Tim. They had gone out for dinner to a three-star Italian restaurant downtown. Tim had, all of the sudden, remembered that he had not brought his wallet along so Samantha had to charge it to her credit card, herself. He, then, asked for some cigarettes, before taking him home. She never saw or spoke to Tim, again, and had pretty much given up on dating.
             Samantha sat a small round table, twiddling her thumbs in front of the place setting before her. Connor had left to go to the restroom while they were waiting on there order. She looked up as he came smoothly, strolling, in, almost gliding from the west end of the restaurant. He smiled at her as he approached the table. She half smiled back, and blushed a bit. He sat down across from her and cleared his throat while taking his cloth napkin from the table and placing it on his left thigh.
             "So, Samantha. Uh, what do you do." He asked with spunk in his voice.
             "Well, I am a bank teller at First National on the west side, it attend night classes at the University. My major is secondary education."
             "So you like children!" he replied with a bit of enthusiasm in his voice.
             "Uh, no. Actually I cannot stand kids, but I figure I can probably deal with teenagers, and teaching is the only thing I really see myself enjoying for a living, though, I do like my job at the bank. Katie tells me that you're in med school."
             Katie was Samantha's best friend and only friend. She worked with her at the bank. She was one of those people who everyone seems to have as a friend at one time or another in their lives. She always had something to say and advice to give. She was always calling Samantha on the phone, and of course she did all of the talking. She, actually, didn't know very much about Samantha at all, but Samantha was fine with that. Katie always ...