Dinner

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Peter Ballard never fails to make you feel flustered.

The walk to the dining room is short and simple, yet as you walk with Peter, your heart feels like you're running circles around the entire facility. Peter is inches away from your shoulder as you two saunter to your designation, but you swear you could feel him get closer and closer with every other step.

God, you feel like you're back in high school.

"What are you thinking about?" Peter asks as you two enter the dining room.

You dismiss his question by denying you aren't thinking about anything, and you are fairly sure that he does not buy into it. You grab some food and choose the farthest table in the corner to eat. The dining room isn't too crowded as the children are already in their rooms. There are, however, a couple of your coworkers, but other than that, the room is actually quite vacant.

Peter sits next to you and lies his styrofoam tray on the table.

"So, how was your shift today?" you question the man next to you.

"Not as bad as yours, I presume. Dr. Brenner was doing individual lessons, so all I had to do today was watch over the children in the Rainbow Room," he answers.

"Oh man, your shifts are always worse than mine, Peter. I wouldn't be able to stand for so long, and that room freaks me out so much," you admit as you take another bite of the warm lasagna. 

"Hm, well, in my opinion, being cooped up in a room by yourself for the entirety of the day is quite.. dejecting," he mentions.

"I guess it can get pretty gloomy in the infirmary, but sometimes, I get these really amazing patients."

Peter smiles, pausing to take a bite of his food, and croons, "I wonder who they are."

"Yeah, you'll never be able to guess."


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