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As this is the day of Leo's arrival, Lisa and I need to
work together to make sure everything is in place.
What's making things awkward is that not only has
she sat in silence for the past hour, she also banged
into me on the way into this room and we head-
butted each other as we kneeled to pick up the
papers.
I'm smooth as fuck
With her pen tapping on the table, her knee
bounces, chewing on her bottom lip as her eyes scan
her paperwork, and yeah, I'm staring, she's nice to
look at.
"Doctor Jennie," she says my name as she stands,
piling her papers on the table and placing them
down carefully. She doesn't look at me as she walks
around the table, stopping in the doorway.
"Coffee?"
Confused, I frown at her and tilt my head. "Huh?"
"Do you want coffee?" She laughs, her smile
momentarily clouding my mind. "I'm going to the
ward kitchen."
"Um, yeah. Thanks."
She nods, smirking to herself, and walks out of the
room. I hear her greeting someone as she closes the
door, before disappearing from my view.
I lean back on my chair, staring at the roof. I have
everything set in place for Leo and gave the nurses
their paperwork too. I'm kind of stalling now,
waiting around until I get the call that she has
arrived.
My phone dings and I pull it out of my back pocket,
seeing a message from Rosé that Lisa the hooha hater is standing in front of her. I snort at her
message, roll my eyes, and toss my phone on the
table.
I spent all of yesterday explaining to Lisa that I
was drunk, and I never act that way, begged her to
ignore my previous messages. She agreed and said
she would like a clean slate but didn't answer me
when I said I'd get her a coffee to make up for it.
Again, I'm smooth as fuck.
She walks into the room and pulls me from my
thoughts, handing me a hot cup. "Milk and two
sugars," she says, smiling at me as she sits back and
sips her own.
"How'd you know how I take it?"
For fuck's sake, Irene.
I choke on my coffee as soon as I hear my own
words, but she doesn't seem to click on as she
furrows her brows at me coughing uncontrollably.
"How did you know what I take in my coffee?" I
retract, fixing my words.
The corner of her lip curls up, showing me a
dimple. "Did I get it right?"
I nod enthusiastically, giving her the thumbs up
with a mouthful.
I swear I'm never like this, I'm usually very
professional in my line of work.
"Well, I knew you'd take it sweet and milky," she
says, with a glint of excitement in her eyes, leaning
her elbows on the table across from me. "You look
the type anyway.
"I look the type?" I ask, placing my cup down and
extending my arms on the sides of the chair. "What
exactly does that look like?" Crossing my ankles, I
push the rolling chair back a bit. "Hmm?"
