Sammy Walcott

"Finally" He breathed out, his big arms around me. He smelled like mint and Cologne. The mint was familiar but the Cologne was not.

"Um, let go of me." I said tapping his shoulder. On normal circumstance, I'm not a hugger.

He released me, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Sammy." Then he smiled, like my name was a pleasant memory. "I've been looking for you man. Since today, I saw everybody except you."

"So you're not in the team?" I asked taking a step back and creating a little distance from him. We were almost the same height; he had just an inch over me.

"No, my father's the...