𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀, 𝐝.𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐝

xlviii. interview

xlviii. interview
4.05

"Hello!" The interviewer extended her hand for the man in front of her. "It's nice to finally have a sit down with you. As you know, my name is Rosie. And well, we all know your name is Atlas." The interviewers smile was kind and she held a microphone out for Atlas to take as she held one in her own hand.

Atlas takes the microphone into his hands and holds it a a certain distance from his face. "Yes! It's great to meet you, Rosie!" Atlas chuckles. "Are you having a good day?"

"Aren't I supposed to ask you the questions?" The interviewer, Rosie, shock her head with a small smile gracing her lips.

"Ask away, Rosie." Atlas faked a bow.

"Well one, how's your day going?" They both laughed and Atlas only shock his head. "Your a cardio thoracic surgeon, correct?"

"Yes, I am indeed."

"And what made you choose working with the hearts?" Rosie spoke as she shifted in her chair.

Something washed over Atlases face. "Ah." He let out a sigh. "That's a hard one. I've always loved it: the way the heart works alongside the brain to keep everything alive. It's the key to everything, and that's just something I wanted to learn more about."

"That's an interesting way to look at it. From my unknown source, you're now the chief of cardio at Seattle Grace. Can you confirm or deny?" Rosie playfully squinted her eyes at the brown haired man.

"I am! And let me tell you, I'm beyond excited for my new role as chief of cardio. What I'm not excited for, is any paperwork I'll have to do." Atlas shivers. "Hate that shit."

"Well, it sounds like you'll be having a blast! What is your favourite part of your job?"

"Uhh..." Atlas blubbers. "I make a difference. Yeah."

"A difference. How do you balance work now that you have a daughter? I saw her when you came in with a very dreamy man."

"This is all new to me, but I'm figuring it out. Ah, yes, that's my boyfriend and Starlee. A few weeks ago a friend of mine had passed on — "

" — I'm sorry for your loss." Rosie interrupted.

"Thank you. When she passed away, she and her husband had left everything to me. It was a shocking, eye opening event — okay, actually, I've been through a lot of eye opening events..."

"Do you believe she's in a better place?"

"As long as she's not in any pain where's she is."

"Now this is a little dark, how about you tell me something about yourself. An interesting hobby or fact." Rosie suggested with a small smile.

"If this is off the record..." Atlas laughs. "Just kidding, but a hobby of mine is whenever I can't sleep, or I'm stressed and can't focus: I rearrange the furniture."

"Is that even a hobby?" Rosie cocked a brow.

"I'd like to think it is. But I rearrange the everything. My boyfriend, Derek wakes up some nights and finds me moving the living room around. Sometimes I organize too, I organized the fridge once." Atlas waves his hands around as he explains.