Red - At an imaging room
"Mer..."
"Cristina!"
"Could you calm the hell down?"
"Everything is red."
"What are you on about this time?"
"Everything is freaking red. Even the chart binding."
"That's pink."
"Like her scrubs."
"You're an idiot."
"Cristina, everything is red."
"What is red, Mer?"
"The shoes she wore yesterday."
"Why did I ask? Here we go again with Satan." Cristina rolls her eyes and Meredith rambles on.
"The dress from today. Her glasses. Her stethoscope. Her lips. Her hair. Everything is red. I think red is my favorite color now."
Addison enters the room.
"I thought it was purple."
"Addison." Meredith breathes out.
"Do something, Montgomery." Cristina begs.
"So... Is it really red?" Takes Meredith's chin as Meredith nods. "We still on for that date?" Meredith nods again. "Words, Grey. Use your words."
"Y – yes." Meredith blushes.
"Look at that, now your face is red." Addison's pager goes off. "Gotta go, see you in a bit?" Meredith nods and she raises a brow.
"Yes."
"Good girl... You got this right, Yang?"
"Some help you are." Cristina huffs and Addison chuckles before looking at Meredith and waving.
"Bye."
"Bye." Meredith mutters in a trance while Addison leaves the room.
"You're a moron."
Meredith sits back on the chair and smiles dumbly. "Red."
There's number two. More to come. ツ
