Sam did a a double take at the woman's familiar greeting, wondering if he should remember her from somewhere. Maybe he'd met her somewhere around the city and just couldn't put a name to the face?
"No, it's not a bad time, really," he floundered, eying the coffee. It certainly smelled good, and she didn't seem to pose any immediate threat. "I just..."
He shut his mouth and listened as the rest of what she was saying started to sink in. Leprechauns? Cupid? "Leprechauns." He stared stupidly for a moment before he recovered himself. "I'm sorry," he said, stepping backward a little to allow for opening the door. "Do I...? I mean. Do we...know each other?"
Good lord. That sounded like such a Dean thing. To forget a girl's name. What was the world coming to?