SUNSHINE : /ˈsʌnʃʌɪn/
Noun
1. direct sunlight unbroken by cloud, especially over a comparatively large area.
2. someone or something that radiates warmth. cheer, or happiness.
Derek Shepard x fem!oc
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Even the red eviction notice that had been printed and stuck on my door couldn't dampen my mood today. It was officially one more day until the beginning of my internship in Seattle Grace hospital and my feet hadn't stopped moving since 6am.
I had tried my best to get an early nights sleep but my eyes wouldn't close. Late night runs weren't uncommon to me, every night before an exam it was the only thing that would calm my nerves.
I'm about an hour in, and I am stood in front of the hospital, the corners of my smile reached my eyes and I can't remember a single time my heart had beaten this fast. My eyes cross the street and I notice the small, cosy looking bar with a glowing open sign.
The bell on the door makes a light jingling sound as the warmth from inside washed over me clashing with the cold nighttime air. I hadn't even noticed my red nose or the cloud of smoke that emitted from my mouth each time I let out a breath, it didn't matter.
I hop onto one of the empty stools at the bar and grin at the man that stood behind the counter "hi" I chirp admiring the smile on his face.
"Hey, what can I get you?" He asks politely, and I hum quietly debating wether or not to drink the night before my first day. I acknowledge the jingling of the bell on the door, but not the man who walks in.
Although I can hold my liquor I decide against it "just a lemonade please" the man nods and turns to grab a glass. Best not to be hungover on the first day of work.
"Nothing stronger?" A new smooth voice chimes in, I twist my head to look at the man. He was possibly the most attractive man I had ever seen. His eyes were a piercing mix of green and blue, and his smile was soft, kind but sultry. His hair was almost black along with the stubble that framed his sharply cut face. His maroon shirt was loose but his lean torso was evident.
"No, I start my new job tomorrow, can't be hungover" I respond loosely in order to not scare him off, small talk had never been a strength of mine and I had a knack for over sharing in inappropriate times.
He nodded before taking a seat next to me "I guess I can fly sober for one night, make that two lemonades please" he told the bartender. He studied me for a moment, eyes slowly moving over my body.
For a moment my nerves almost get the better of me but instead I say "you come here often?" I cringe, a visceral shudder ran through my spine as I realise what I said.
His laugh is like honey "no, actually I'm new in town, never been to Seattle" he explains As are drinks are places onto the bar in front of us.
"Interesting" I reply drawing out the syllables slowly (for effect of course).
His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head slightly "why is that interesting?" He questions, feigning a hurt tone of voice.
I shrug "just is"
"A woman with mystery, I like it" he smirks, there is a small comfortable pause. It's not awkward like people you've just met or don't like. It's nice. Like someone you've known your whole life "So what's your story?"
His question surprises me for a moment, but I keep up my persona "I don't have a story, I'm just a girl in a bar" I have no idea what I'm even saying at this point.
I'm not even drunk and here I am making a fool out of myself in front of one of the hottest men in Seattle. Screw that, the world.
He takes a long, slow sip from his lemonade and leans closer to me, whispering in my ear.
