When the waiter came back to take our orders I quickly asked for another set of utensils for myself so that she wouldn’t have to. I didn’t want her to think I was being selfish by using them and even if I did it would be considered impolite.
“So… what do you do in your free time?” she blurted out quickly, almost as if she was nervous.
“Oh, I usually just… work, I guess. I mean, I don’t really have much free time. Even if I did I don’t have a lot of friends who have the same schedule as me, so… you know,” I tried to explain as I closed my menu and put it down on the table. The waiter came over and gave me my utensils to use.
“You just work? That’s got to be boring! I mean, no offense, of course. I just know that if I had to work all the time I would have quit my job by now,” she responded as she began eating her salad.
“Yeah, it is. I mean, I love what I do so I can’t really quit, you know,” I chuckled. “I’d die for this job; I don’t care if I have to work until the day I die…” I said as I looked up at her, smiling. I then saw her look down at the table. “Oh, I’m so sorry, that must have been depressing to hear…”
“But… don’t you want a husband?” she asked solemnly.
“Not really, I can’t see myself settling down,” I responded.
“Oh… I kind of see myself settling down with someone,” she replied.
“Really? Who? Are you seeing them now?” I asked, curious and somewhat happy for her.
“Just someone I know, I don’t want to get specific for privacy’s sake. And no, I’m not seeing her currently, I probably never will either. But that’s okay, it’s just life. I’d rather see her happy with someone that’s not me than be with me and be miserable,” she admitted as she looked down at her salad and took a sip of her coke.
“Wait, she…? You’re interested in women?” I asked as I leaned in towards her so we wouldn’t be overheard.
“Yeah… I am,” she admitted shyly.
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” I quickly said, being kind of uncomfortable. “Well, uh, that’s super sweet of you. You should still give it a try with her; you never know what she thinks of you.”
“True… So, do you say that you work a lot, right? You don’t do a lot of fun stuff?” she added quickly.
“Yeah, I suppose so. I don’t have any friends anymore, really,” I admitted as I finished my salad and took a sip of my water.
“Well, do you want to run around New York with me for a day? I know where all the fun stuff is in this city! But I mean, if you don’t want to… you know, you can always say no. I know it’s not really professional of me to ask, but, I just thought that we could be friends instead of just business acquaintances,” she answered, nodding eagerly, her cheeks turning a little red. Why would she ask me of all people to do fun stuff with? I just said that I have no social life or time…
“Oh, sure… I guess I’ll move things around in my schedule…” I said slowly as I started to think of how I didn’t happen to have any other clients scheduled for the rest of the week. It would be good for me to get a friend, right?
“Good,” she said as she wet her lips and looked up at me, her lips now a bright, vibrant cherry red that complimented her light green eyes and dark hair perfectly. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her face for a minute before I realized that I was staring and making things awkward and forced myself to look away.
“When do you want to do this?” I asked, looking out the window.
“How about… tomorrow?” she asked as she looked over at me, smiling and twirling a piece of her hair. I felt kind of uncomfortable and weird inside. I looked back at her and noticed that her body language had changed from nervous to kind of flirty or something.
“Uh… tomorrow is great,” I said, nodding.
“Good, I’ll plan something nice,” she assured me.
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50 Shades Of Amy Lee
FanficNow that med school has calmed down, I figured I should update. Enjoy.
