She does. And you hit it off with her.

"I'll be there in a few. Damn traffic is making me late," Samara tells you over the phone as you sit in the crowded coffee shop and waited on her, sighing in relief at knowing that she wasn't ditching you.

"Samara, hi. Pleasure to finally meet you," you say to her as she walks into the coffee shop in a black pair of pants and a grey shirt, looking like she had just rolled out of bed.

"As a matter of fact, I did just roll out of bed," she teases you as she sits down across from you, ordering both of you your respective favorite coffees as you start to talk business.

"I don't know why they want you to make yourself presentable, either Samara. I think the sanctity of marriage should be respected," you tell her as you talk over the coffee, finally convincing Samara to do as they said, but always mention her family on the air to keep some of the wolves at bay.

"It won't solve all your problems Samara. But it's the best I can do right now," you tell her as you both prepare to leave the coffee shop, hoping this advice you have given her won't lead to any problems for her.

"Let's keep in touch and see how it goes. We can meet in private again if we have to," you tell her as you say goodbye to her, "accidentally" brushing her arm with yours as you walked her to her car, hoping it would be sooner rather than later that you saw her again.