Summary: You start a new internship and your boss is kinda hot.

If I were to be even more nervous than I am right now, I would probably be shaking like a leaf. My hands are sweaty as I approach clumsily the entrance of the building. The first time I came here, was two weeks ago, when I had the interview for the internship position. If it wasn't for my nearly neat résumé, I might have not gotten the job. I tend to ramble a lot when I'm nervous, and it clearly was showing on the day of the interview.

This is the moment I've been waiting for throughout my whole career; when I get to put into practice my knowledge about the law. Even if it means starting as an intern pouring coffee for my boss. Whom I have yet to meet. In the interview, they told me that I'd be working under one of the senior lawyers to learn and observe. Then, if I do a good job, they might consider promoting me to a junior lawyer. I am really excited about the things to come. Perhaps too much because as I climb up the steps of the building in a hurry, I almost fall over. A steady hand in my arm stabilizes me enough to gather my bearings.

"Oh, thank you, I'm sorry." I don't know what I'm apologizing for.

"No problem," I finish dusting off my pants and look up to the voice's owner that saved me from embarrassment.

My face lights up a deep shade of pink at the gorgeous man who stares at me. He's quite tall, possibly the tallest of the people around us. His hair is long, shaggy, and brown. His eyes are warm and inviting. This man is possibly the most handsome one I've encountered in my whole life. When I come to the realization of this fact, I notice that he is still holding my arm and, as well as me, he's scrutinizing my appearance.

With a light chuckle, he lets go of me. "We wouldn't want you falling to the ground, would we?" He points at the coffee I hold in my hand. Luckily, it didn't spill.

"No, of course not."

For a sweet moment, none of us say anything. Normally, I would thank him again and leave, but there's something pulling me to make this interaction last longer. So I introduce myself with the most confidence I can muster. He seems to like my approach because he smiles brightly at me.

"I'm Sam Winchester." The name tries to wake something deep in my brain, but my overly restless self cannot comprehend what it is.

"Nice to meet you! Are you new here?" I don't know what prompts me to ask such a question, maybe it's a desire not to be the only one starting today in a new environment.

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, but he doesn't seem to be in a hurry to go inside.

"Well, you could say that."

"Great!" I beam at him. "That way I won't be the only one."

He can hear the relief in my voice. "Come on, I'm sure it won't be that bad."

I nod enthusiastically, "I know, but I always get super nervous on my first day."

Sam smiles sympathetically. There's something akin to hesitancy when he says: "I'm sure your boss won't be so hard on you."

I shrug, "I haven't met them, but I heard they're fairly young. Well, at least my supervisor is, I had a meeting with the big boss the other day, Bobby. He seems like a good man."

He chuckles. "Oh, yeah, Bobby's great... as for your supervisor, don't worry, I'm sure he won't be too hard on you."

"Well, I certainly hope so. If you haven't noticed, I tend to make a fool of myself easily." I want to add something else, there's this little voice in the back of my head that is pressuring me to ask Sam Winchester out, even though I just met him. Maybe because he's handsome, or because he seems to be kind-hearted, but I cannot shut up my thoughts. Normally, I wouldn't flirt with him after just one meeting. This isn't a normal day, and nerves affect me almost the same way alcohol does; they give me a false sense of security and make me say things that I probably shouldn't. "So, since we're both new, why don't we meet up for lunch?"

His eyes widen comically, but before he can answer, a voice coming from afar calls his name: "Ah, Sam!" It's a young man wearing a pristine black suit, and he's walking toward us. I've seen him before, I think his name is Brady. He was the one who led me into Bobby's office for the interview. "Oh, I see you met the new intern. Hi there, how are you liking it so far?"

"Hello," I greet, "I haven't gone inside yet." I discreetly check my watch to see that it's still early. "Sam was kind enough to help me when I almost tripped."

"I see," Brady nods, "Sam, huh?" The question isn't directed towards me because he's looking at the tall man. Sam gives him a warning glance. I cannot comprehend what is happening until Brady speaks again. "Well, it's good you've already met your supervisor. He was promoted just yesterday. Honestly, it saves me the trouble of making introductions."

His words render me speechless. What the fuck did he just say? Did I just flirt with my supervisor? Which is basically having the hots for my boss. Sam looks at me with an apologetic glance. I cannot meet his eyes. Brady mustn't notice the silence his comment created because he continues: "I'm gonna head inside, see you later!"

His happy pace doesn't falter one bit. I'm considering that maybe he was aware of what his statement would do.

"I apologize for my previous behavior... I didn't mean-"

Sam doesn't let me continue, "you didn't?" He ponders for a moment. "That's a shame, we would've had a nice time." I can tell by the way his eyes shine and his mouth forms a gentle smile that he is not teasing me, but actually means what he's saying. "Why don't you come by my office at 2 p.m. and then we can go grab some lunch?"

He doesn't leave room for opinions because he turns around and walks inside the building without another word. What just happened? Do I have a date with my boss? I guess this first day isn't as crappy as I thought it would be.