The remarkable thing about people who went to Harvard was that you couldn't really know them more than an hour or two before they made it known that they'd gone to Harvard. Maybe Bruce saw himself as a wall flower. But Sam had to hide her amusement at the way he easily slipped into the tropes of the 'cool' smart kids.

The irony, of course, was that Sam had been accepted to Harvard. But chosen Arizona State to chase after ghosts that turned out to be...well...vampires, actually. But real, all the same.

This could have been her.

She sighed softly, as he returned to that awkward encounter in the kitchen. "I guess you were pretty drunk at that point," she said.

For a moment, she considered turning back. But it wasn't like she was hiding any more. She couldn't.

So she held out her wrist to him, beckoning him over.

"Step right up. Try your scientific curiosity."