Chapter 7

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As I left Daniel’s building I could feel my heart flutter.  My lips curved into a smile and it crept up to my eyes.  Daniel is honestly fiction like, too good to be true.  He's smart, kind, sexy, handy, can cook, adorable, and handsome.  Practically everything a girl could ask for.  Extra bonus, his accent.  British.  I mean can he get any better?  The guy is also a sucker for a good romance film.  I was wrong earlier when I said Nathan had him beat.  I mean Daniel’s cheekbones, Goddamn.  His eyes, his caramel hair, and his personality?  It was all there.

         As I climbed up the stupid steps to my building all I could think of was he.  I felt like a schoolgirl who has a crush on the cutest boy at school.  I haven't felt this way in forever, and it felt good.  All I could think about was tonight.  I unlocked my door and pushed in.  As I stepped in an envelope skidded across the floor.  I picked it up and flipped it front to back.   The envelope felt pretty full.  The front had a gold circular sticker with the initials ‘NR’.  The back read ‘Izzy, my queen’.  It was from Nathan.   I walked towards my bookshelf and slipped it into my notebook from high school.  That thing carried everything from theories, stories, poems, doodles, and projects from my high school years.  I’m not going to read it, at least not now.

         I placed the book back onto the shelf and walked towards the stack of files.  I opened up my laptop and went at it.  I filled and identified each case with something along the lines of strokes, Demyelinating diseases of the central nervous system, multiple sclerosis, Headache disorders, Infections, Parkinson’s disease, Neurodegenerative disorders, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's disease, Lou Gehrig's disease, and Seizure disorders.  Once I had finished the paperwork I placed it into my messenger bag.  I had two hours to get ready for work.  I showered and curled my long dark brown hair.  I didn’t go all out on make-up, just a dab of concealer, powder, blush, brows, and mascara.  I applied some perfume and moved on to clothes.

         I open my drawer and pulled out a matching set of panties and a bra.  It was a baby-pink base and gray lace on top, with a little pink bow in the middle.  Lingerie is my favorite, that the one thing that makes me confident, and something I like to treat my self to everyone and a while.  I move to my closet and scanned my dresses.  Something that would fit work and a date.  I decided to go with a capped-sleeved navy blue dress.  It had a fitted bodice and it flared out into pleat.  It was made of 120s merino wool and zipped up the back.  I stepped into it and pulled it to fit onto my hips.  I placed my arms in and put the dress in place.  I started to zip the dress, struggling around the part that tightens at my bust.  This part killed me.  Let me tell you it is not easy having 34Ds sometimes.  I finally pulled the zipper up and moved on to my jewelry. 

         For earrings I pulled out a simple pair of pearl earrings with gold trim.  I wanted a statement necklace for this dress, so I chose my big gold and pearl statement necklace.  For shoes, Mary Jane rising to 160 mm with an almond toe, a two-inch platform, in chic nude leather.   I know this seemed too fancy, but it’s my daily attire.  A dress, jewelry and shoes.  We all know shoes make or break an outfit and these puppies are beauties.  They shot my incredible 5’2 to 5’8!  I also grabbed a pair of nude flats and place them in my workbag.  I still had thirty minutes until my shift.  It took fifteen to get there by car, so I decided to get a coffee.  I picked up my bag and headed out the door.

         I got out the cab and walked into Bow Truss Coffee Roasters.  I got a sixteen-ounce chai with three shots of espresso, iced.  Within ten minutes I was on my way to Northwestern Memorial Hospital.  As I walked in I was greeted my Marie, “Isabel! You are back!”

“Yeah! How has things been?”

“Pretty busy, nothing we couldn't handle”

“Good! I have all the case files”

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