nurse; mgc

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Jasmine's POV

Although I didn't know it then, but that day was the last day I spent with Michael. I ended up landing a job at a hipster looking café, which surprised me myself - and my days were now a product of school and work. Michael, must've eventually gotten out of the hospital and I never made an effort to try and contact him. As for Trevor, he still thinks he hasn't done shit wrong - but I broke up with him. Every once in a while he'd come around drunk and ask me to do things. Sometimes he was aggressive, other times he wasn't, sometimes it would go as far as sexual assault.

It had been weeks since I had last seen Michael. I had made a new friend at my job, he was very cute and occasionally flirted with me. But that was as far as it went.

I was working the counter again, an older lady had just ordered a coffee - leaving the line empty. I tapped my fingenails to on the counter, inhaling the smell of roasted coffee beans and the sound of tapping keyboards. When a now black haired Michael, walked through the door.

He was wearing a black SnapBack, a blue jean jacket, and was limping with crutches. I smiled shyly, cracking a nervous giggle and glancing down at the counter.

"So you're stalking me now?" I flashed my eyes up at him, Michael cheekily smiled. "Actually just came for coffee" he said.

My wide smile faded quickly, "o-oh" I breathed in extremely embarrassed. I quickly looked away and bit in my lip, Michael chuckled. "I'm joking, I came to see you" he smiled grazing his hand over mine.

"Jasmine, you can go on break now" my boss informed walking past me, and Michael smirked turning his head to an empty pair of seats.

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We shared a chocolate chip muffin, and talked non-stop. Michael explained how life was after surgery, I told him how I broke up with Trevor. We were both in a pretty shitty state of life, and it felt good to talk to someone who truly understood.

I clapped the crumbs off my fingertips, and pressed the home button of my phone.  "Awe, Mikey, I gotta get back to work" I said, so disappointed. Green eyes flashed up at me, and their owner pouted.

"No..." He whined squeezing my hand in his and I chuckled, "sorry." I stood. I reached for his crutches but he insisted to do it himself.

"We should do this again" he said reaching for his phone and I smiled, entering my number. "Maybe next time I won't smell like hazelnut, and look less like shit" I laughed and he frowned.

"You'll always be beautiful, to me" he said and I bit my lip to keep in a smile. Michael smiled once more before hopping away, leaving me smiling like an idiot in the middle of the coffee shop.