The new intern starred across the nurse's station. Was that really her…in the flesh…her beautiful black hair matching her exquisite mind? He couldn't hold off any longer. He had to talk to her.
"Are you Christina Yang? Oh, sorry…Dr. Yang?
"That depends on who's asking." She retorted nonchalantly, not even bothering to glance up from the chart she was working on.
"I don't mean to interfere with your work…" he stuttered "…but I've heard so much about you. I just couldn't resist the opportunity to grovel at your footsteps."
"Grovel? I don't do grovel." She took a good glance at him, sensed his immaturity, and added, "Definitely don't do gravel."
She threw down the chart and gave the new intern no more thought. As she walked away, he couldn't help but stare in admiration.
He spotted her later on in the hallway, and then, in the cafeteria. He knew she was above him, but that's what attracted him to her. He loved knowledge…thirsted for knowledge…needed it. She was historic at Seattle Grace for her studies in cardiothoracic. No one could touch her. She had a reputation of ice but looks that could melt your soul. It was a thrilling thought just to know her, but daydreams filled his head about more than that. He wanted to know her. He wanted to breathe her in. She was who he wanted to be in life, and he wanted nothing more than to hold that in his arms.