Inappropriate Gift
Izzie was shocked when, on Christmas Eve, Mark shoved a beautifully wrapped gift in her face. "That for me?" she asked, eyeing the shiny wrapping paper and ribbon.
Mark raised his eyebrows. "What? This box wrapped like a gift? No. Our new patient's being shipped in parts."
Izzie grabbed the box and glared at him. "You don't have to be rude about it."
Mark shrugged and motioned for her to proceed in unwrapping.
Izzie almost wanted to save the wrapping paper; it was so pretty.
Instead, she tore into the present. When she pulled the plain white box open, she froze.
The box was filled with lace of all colors and sitting in the middle, artfully displayed, was a pair of handcuffs.
"They should be your size," Mark said with an obnoxious smirk, indicating the many pairs of underwear. "It's funny what information the information can give you about models."
Izzie shoved the box at him. "Pig!" she exclaimed before walking away.
That night, as she was getting ready to head out, she found the box in her locker with a sticky note on top.
Keep them. It's not like they'll be any use to me.
--Sloan
She noticed later that he'd taken the handcuffs.