Sam himself couldn't quite pinpoint what he did that night.
It was nothing more than eating and drinking together.
Then, engaging in a myriad of conversations, with Mia turning into a chatterbox after a few drinks, leaving hardly any room for Sam to interject. She laid it all out there.
Like the amusing incidents from her childhood.
Or how, after her mother's accident, she decided to start her own life alone, facing countless difficulties and exerting immense efforts.
Or the somewhat lost feelings she harbored after acquiring the convenience store.
Listening to all this, Sam couldn't offer much in the way of comfort or advice.
But it seemed she didn't need any.
She just needed someone appropriate to spill her thoughts to, and having someone listen seemed to be enough.
