A/N: My first attempt into the world of AD:JL. I had always liked the series and felt like the time was ripe to start something of my own.
She tapped her foot on the floor impatiently, her light pink high heels getting soaked with dirty city water with every passing second.
He did have promised her to be here at 6...sharp. It was 7:30 now, and the rain had not stopped, unlike what he had practically told her in the morning. She sighed, and grabbed hold of her dress's hem. The rain had taken hold of the entire outfit, much to her annoyance. He knew that she had worn it because it meant something to her. And seldom did she bother dressing up and primping herself in his presence.
She was not a "damsel in distress", she didn't need to be standing out here, depending on someone to help her out of it, which angered her the most.
Wiping the dropplets out of her nippy cheeks, Rose was careful to not muddle with her complexly curled do. Her yellow hair seemed to have somehow kept out of harm's way. Reaching for her purse, she fingered for her cell phone. Maybe reaching him would be a wise option.
No calls from him. as usual. He was never tactful enough to care about his fiance's wellbeing as a form of affection.
Reaching for the green lit call button, a car had pulled over from the distance. It's brights were on, piercing through the shower. Hanging her purse gingerly on her shoulder, she approached the car, the man inside strechting to open the door.
She sat inside, being careful to attempt not to begrime the expensive leather seats that covered the sleek inside. She reached for a napkin inside the glove box, her driving companion concentrating on the road.
"So, did you have any luck with Mrs. Riazzo today?" she said silently, wiping the rain out of her face, wanting to start a conversation.
"She did say that she had felt much more livelier today, but..." the man replied coldly "...her diagnosis showed otherwise. I'm afraid that the cancer has transgressed to much of her liver."
Rose grimaced. It always seemed that tragedy after tragedy crawled in her fiance's work place.
"I'm sorry."
"She..." he turned on the street next. "She never stood a chance anyway. She knew she never could get anywhere handling that lifestyle of hers. She knew that she had to take of herself."
"Michael..." Rose stared out the car window. "She has a family, unless you can find a more innovative of way of doing that without physical effort, her kids needed her."
"Rose." The man did not want to argue. He had already witnessed too much disappointment from his patients. "It doesn't matter to me anymore, dear. I just..." he reached out to her side, stroking her well developed leg gently. "...I want tonight to be about us, all right? No more patients for now."
Rose put her hand on her chin, holding her head against the door. She reacted at his touch and plainly placed her hand on top. If he really did care this much about the evening, he would have at least have bothered to call her firsthand before leaving her stranded.
It didn't matter to her anymore. She grew a small smile in her face, staring at her fiance's green eyes.
"Ok. No more patients for now. Let's just...forget about everything."
"Good girl." the man responded confidently, fixing his sleek brown hair.