Sam was like a deer caught in the headlights, staring back at the intimidating man who had just been fighting with his wife. "Um... I'm Sam," was all he had time to say before Ginger's dad was shouting for her to join them.

"Hey Ginge," he smiled warmly, wrapping an arm around her waist. He was relieved to see her and to know that he hadn't just barged into some stranger's house.

His eyes went to Ginger's mom the moment she spoke again and he nervously but the inside of his cheek. This was not going well, was it? "Is everything okay?" he asked Ginger, feeling entirely out of his element.