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As I wake up the next morning I start to get dressed for my 'coffee date' still not being as comfortable with calling it a date hopefully that will change. I notice Meredith has left a note for me that says:
"Feel free to move in tomorrow! I had to head to work, love you!"
From the note I remember I have to go back to get all my old stuff from my old house, the house I shared with my husband. Well technically ex husband.
Ok Mel no need to cry right now.
I drive to the coffee shop I'm about to leave the car when I freeze I haven't been on a 'date' in years after you get married they are just regular dinners.
I pause. I put my head on the steering wheel and stay like that for awhile I don't know how long passes but but I hear someone knock on my car window. I look up to see a concerned Mark.
I roll down my window.
"Are you ok?"
"Me?" I point to myself. He nods in response. "I'm totally fine." I say as I wave him off.
"Your heads been on the wheel for about ten minutes you know, we can cancel if you want it's just coffee."
I shake my head. "No I'm already here, your already here let's go have coffee."
"Ok." He opens the car door for me while i grab my stuff.
Stop freaking out. Keep calm. He just opened the door for you no big deal.
We head inside for the coffee.
After we had ordered we make our way to a table and i stand there as he pulls out a chair for me.
Ok this is weird. Not even my husband did this for me.
The table is silent until the waiter breaks it. He sets down our drinks and I mutter a quick "thank you."
"So why did you move back here?" Thank god he said something. But why did he have to ask that?
What do I say? I can't exactly say my dead husband cheated on me so I decided to move back here for my little sister and my mom who is currently in a home struggling with Alzheimers. No he would probably leave and never talk to me again.
"Oh I just thought it was time to come home for some change." Not completely wrong but still a desperate portion missing.
"Why did you chose OB?" He asks.
That one I can answer truthfully.
"Oh my mom. I grew up watching her work at the hospital and i spent most of my time in Peds so i felt like i had to do something related. But It didn't feel right operating on babies so i chose the next best thing. It just made sense."
"My turn for the questions."
"Sounds fair." He nods.
I take a deep breath. "What's your favorite color?".
"That's all?" He laughs at the question when i had been serious. But oh no not the laugh.
"Yes that's all colors matter." I say.
"Well that's a tuff question, I've never really thought about it. Probably Grey."
"Grey?" I asked confused."Grey is your favorite color?"
"Yes Grey is my favorite color."
"Why on earth would grey be your favorite color?"
"Because it's your last name." He says winking playfully.
I blush lightly. "Huh grey."
"What is there something wrong with the color Grey?" He asks I could still here the smirk in his voice.
"No, nothings wrong with the color Grey I expected you to say blue or even purple but Grey didn't come up. Nor grey because it's my last name." I shrug.
"Ok I get one more question."
"Yes you do." Mark says.
I never got to ask that question cause we were both interrupted by our pagers. Work place emergency?
"Well looks like we have work to do." I say.
Why am I sad? It's not like this is a date or something.
"Ya well it looks like we'll have to do it again."
"Ya looks like it. Though next time it will be a date" I say as I walk to my car.
