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•CHICAGO•
Monday October 25th, 2010 . . . 8:12 A.M.
"Hey," Genevieve greeted, managing a small smile while closing the short distance between her and the nurses station where Eleanore and Mark currently were.
It wasn't long until happy grins graced both of their faces, and short greetings fell from their lips, when they noticed she returned—having been 'paged' a while ago now.
Eleanore was the first to chime in—naturally. "Ah—'bout time Dr. Princess returns. I'm fabulous entertainment, but I can only only entertain for so long before I run out of stories and jokes," she defended, revealing the snippet of information from where she sat in her usual desk chair, a cup of coffee cradled in her hand like always.
Meanwhile Mark stood talking, or rather listening to her—similar to how Genevieve would when she chatted with her friend, passing her free time that way while at work. Genevieve was grateful the two got along, considering Eleanore was an acquired taste more often than not—her personality resembled the type you grew to love and understand, but no doubt question at first . . .
"Sorry. I had a consult . . . but—Cinderella's here," Genevieve revealed, adding on the nickname and flashing Eleanore a grateful glance. She couldn't help but slip in the small sprinkle of information as to where she disappeared to—a consult—even though it was a white lie; the eavesdropping passerby's were reason enough to lie considering everyone's attention seemed to be glued to her since her return.
