What Happens In

What Happens in Seattle

"Twenty more minutes," Ben Warren said trying to convince the beautiful Miranda Bailey to keep him company a little while longer. It had been a whole month and he finally—finally!—had her back in his arms. It might seem selfish, but he didn't want to let her go. Didn't care that she had a house waiting for her or a husband to go home to. They were sitting on his sofa, the TV on mute, flashing in front of them. But they hadn't been paying attention. They were conversing intimately, kissing occasionally.

"You've been saying 'twenty more minutes' for two hours, Benjamin," she told him, a slight southern accent escaping.

"Stay. Stay the night." Stay forever, he thought. He didn't say that because it sounded insane.

"I have to go," she said dropping her bare feet from his lap onto the floor.

He lifted them again and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Fine. Go," he responded feigning nonchalance.

"You're holding onto my legs." He laughed against her skin and released her. "It's that easy for you to let me go?" She asked moving from the chair. He reached out for her too late and she was already putting on her shoes.

"What can I say to make you stay?"

"Nothing." His face fell. There had to be something. "But there is something you can say to get me to come back."

Ben's eyes widened. "What?" Anything. He stood up and walked over to her, picking up her jacket from a chair. He helped her put it on.

"Thanks."

"What can I say, Miranda?"

The woman turned to him and crossed her arms. "Say that this was real. That I didn't make you up in Minnesota and have that same delusion follow me to Seattle. Just say—"

He cut her off with a kiss, moving her arms and wrapping her up. It was long and intense, like the ones back in Minnesota. Miranda moaned passionately, turning him on. "This is no dream."

"Bruh!" A soft, deep voice said bringing him back to his reality, his best friend, Jackson Avery.

"What?" Ben said, salty.

"Have you heard back from the doctor you hooked up with in Minnesota?

Ben hid a blush. "Yeah, she, uh, called me this weekend."

"You must have been God-awful if it took her a whole month to remember you."

"Shut up."

"But her friend hasn't texted me back at all."

"We all have our flaws. Some more than others." Avery slid his palm over Ben's. "But, the thing about my lady is that... she's married."

"Say word."

"Word."

After he left the hospital for the day, he checked his phone no less than fifteen times to see if Miranda had called or texted. She hadn't. He thought he felt it vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out to see that it was just an email. Cursing underneath his breath, he got in his car and pulled off. Had she forgotten about him again? He blasted music loudly, drowning out his impending misery. A phone call came through and scared him as he sat a red light. "Hello?" He said, turning down the volume.

"Hey," Miranda said through the speaker.

He smiled widely. "Hello."

"You said that," she laughed.

"H-how are you?"

"I'm good. Are you... uh, would you like to go out with me?"

"What?"