Sam had woken up earlier in morning with a good feeling. Something in the air, even as stale as it was in a vault, had let him know, upon waking, that today was a wonderful day. Sure, it had been around around five o'clock in the morning and he didn't technique have to be up for another hour or so, but it gave him a chance to catch up on his reading. And what had he discovered upon crawling out of his bed and moving to his dresser? A pencil, long thought lost, came into light from under his jumpsuit. Calling it a good luck charm, he'd placed it on his side table and sat down to read for the next hour.<br/><br/>He'd read the story a few times and knew it very well, but it had a cheery ending and it was a good way to start to day. Add that to the feeling he had woken up with and the finding of the lost pencil, and well, Sam went off to work feeling pretty good about the world at general. Or, well, the vault. Might as well be the world, anyway, for all intents and purposes.<br/><br/>It had been a fairly easy day of work so far. He'd been called on to fix the toaster of a family in the apartments, help someone straighten out their radio issues (It had been a fairly cute girl and he had flirted a little, but hadn't had much success) and then fixed some loose wires that someone had reported. All pretty simple stuff, the radio had just needed him to twist a few nobs around, and was actually almost bordering on being boring.<br/><br/>Now he was in the cafeteria, eating a sandwich and drinking some water. Sam was the only person around, as far as he could tell, but that was fine. He had his book propped up on the table and was reading parts between bites. Both the sandwich and the book were pretty delicious.