Mark's POV
"That girl looks familiar," Meredith says to Christina as they peer over their charts.
"Yeah, but she looks to healthy to be one of your patients since they're all messed up in the head," Christina says jokingly. "And I wouldn't really remember mine too much, so who knows." I see the girl they are looking at; a teenage girl with shoulder length straight blonde hair and wearing a black v-neck t-shirt with blue jeans. "She looks a little lost though." Her blue eyes search the area we're in looking for someone, and her hand messes with the locket hanging around her neck. She is slightly muscular, but not in a way that would make her look strange. I decide to join in on their conversation.
"She has good bone structure." Meredith and Christina look over at me, Meredith looking confused and Christina has an eyebrow raised at me. "What I could hear you guys talking about her and I'm just saying, bone structure like that is one of the things that plastic surgeons are happy that not everyone has because we would be out of a job if they did." We all look at her and they shrug in agreement with me.
"Should one of us go and see if she needs some help?" Meredith asks.
"Uh I am a heart surgeon, not a babysitter. If she needs help, she can ask a nurse."
"Yeah, but she looks lost and someone should help her," Meredith points out.
"Well since neither are you are jumping at the chance to see that bone structure, I'll go," I flash a smile at the two of them before walking over to the blond girl. "You have really nice bone structure," I say and she spins around to face me.
"I'm sorry…?" She asks confused what I had just said.
"I said you have nice bone structure. You seem a little lost though."
"I'm looking for my case worker." She mentions as she glances around again. "She went looking for my dad and said she would be back shortly."
"She's looking for your dad?" She nods.
"He doesn't know about me though. So she has to go and find him so that she can introduce us since he's my…" She drifts off. "Sorry, I shouldn't be going on about this. You're a doctor right?"
"Yes. I guess I didn't introduce myself. Dr. Mark Sloan." I extend my hand to shake hers.
"You're Dr. Mark Sloan?" She asks, her eyebrows suddenly high on her forehead. I nod. "I'm Jenna," she says finally after starring at me for a moment. "Jenna Sloan, that is."