Addison made her way into the coffee shop the next day and ordered herself a coffee before she found an empty table and sat down. She looked over the rim of her cup as she took a sip and watched the door. She reached into her bag and pulled out her book to read while she waited.

"Is that seat taken?" A male voice pulled her out of her thoughts a couple of minutes later.

Addison looked up from her book and smiled softly. "No, it's not."

The doctor smiled and put his cup on the table before he sat down. "So, you made it."

"So did you."

"I did." He smiled and took a sip of his coffee. Addison smiled back and put her book away. "So...Addison." He looked at her. "No practice today?"

"Not today." She shook her head. "It's a recovery day for me. Back tomorrow."

"That's good." He smiled.

"No patients?" she asked before she sipped on her coffee.

"No patients." He shook his head. "I was on-call all night."

"Sounds fun." Addison nodded.

"I slept most of the time." He smiled

"That's alright then."

He gave her a smile and took another sip. "How's your wrist?"

"It's okay." She nodded. "It doesn't hurt that much anymore."

"That's probably because I bandaged it so well." He grinned.

"Maybe." She nodded. "So, Mr. Doctor, do you have a first name?"

"I do, actually." He smiled. "I thought I'd introduced myself. It's Pete."

"Pete. Not a bad name."

"I'm glad you think so. I like yours."

"Bit fancy." Addison shrugged and took a sip of her coffee.

"Doesn't have to be a bad thing." Pete watched her. "So, have you kicked out your dance partner yet?"

"I've been given a new dance partner. I have no idea what happened to Simon."

"Are you happy with your new one?"

"I haven't met him yet," she admitted.

"Well as long as you don't end up in the ER because of him."

"I think it's him who should be worried, not me."

"Oh really?" Pete raised his eyebrows.

"I swear, the next guy who drops me will end up worse than me, I promise you that."

Pete smiled amused. "I wouldn't want to be your dance partner." Addison grinned and sipped on her coffee. "So, what is it that you practice for? Do you do shows or competitions?"

"Both." She nodded. "It's a school so we get graded on our dance and we can have people from dance companies come to watch our shows or competitions and can sign us on with them."

"And you haven't signed with anyone yet?"

"No." Addison shook her head. "For each show that these people come to, the school tells them the person that they should watch to know whether to sign them on or not. It's normally the last years and I've only just started my last year. I don't think the school wants to let me go either."

"What are you going to do once you finish school?"

"I should be signed on with someone by then so I'll be fine."

"And then you just do shows with them?"

"Anything and everything." Addison gave a shrug.

"Sounds...interesting."

"It is." She gave a small smile.

"So that's what you want to do for the rest of your life? Dance?"

"That's what I'll do." She nodded. Pete looked at her and nodded as well before he sipped on his coffee. "What about you then?" she asked.

"I just want to get through this intern year." He gave a smile.

"Then what will you do?"

"Then I'll be a resident, and after that, I have no idea."

Addison nodded and studied him.

"We'll see." Pete gave a smile.

"Don't you want to be a doctor?"

"I am a doctor." He smiled. "I just don't know what specialty I want to go for."

"Oh right." She nodded. "Makes sense."

"If I can afford it one day, maybe I'll get into alternative medicine."

"That's…different," she commented. "What makes you want to go into that?"

"I had a professor in med school who was really into that and it kind of got me interested so I took one of his classes and it's just kind of stuck with me. It's really interesting."

Addison smiled softly and nodded. Pete smiled back before he looked down at his cup. "Isn't it scary to be in charge of someone's life?" She tilted her head to the side and looked at him.

"It is." He nodded. "It's so different to med school. We were just working on dead people there. But it's what I want to do."

"Well, if it's what you want to do, that's good then."

"It's all that matters, right?" He gave a smile.

"It is." She nodded and gave a smile as well.

"When is your next show?" Pete asked casually as he looked at her.

"Next month."

"It's not just you thought, is it?"

"No." Addison shook her head. "It's most of the school."

"Okay." Pete nodded.

"A lot of rehearsing until then."

"With your partner?"

"And on my own."

"Sounds fun."

"It's not too bad." She smiled and finished her coffee before she pushed the empty cup away from her.

"What are your plans for the rest of your recovery day then?"

"I have to buy some food and then just chill."

Pete nodded and finished his coffee before he put the cup on the table.

"What about you?" she asked.

"I don't know yet. Might watch the Football game with a friend."

"Ah, a sports fan." She nodded.

"Of course." He gave a smile. "I used to play myself."

"I've never seen the appeal of football. Just a bunch of guys kicking a football around a field."

"You're such a girl."

"I am a girl." She smiled. Pete smiled and rolled his eyes at her. "Do you still play now then?"

"No, I stopped when I started med school. I just go to the gym now and play basketball with a bunch of guys from time to time."

Addison nodded and looked at him. "You're keeping yourself fit then?"

"I'm trying to."

"You run around a hospital; that must keep you fit," she mused thoughtfully.

"Not really." He gave a smile.

"It doesn't?"

"I'm more trying to keep fit for the job than the other way around."

"Okay." She nodded.

"I'm not boring you, am I?" Pete gave a smile as he looked at her.

"No, no." She smiled and shook her head. "Am I boring you?"

"Not at all." He smiled.

"Good."

"Can I get you another drink or something?" Pete looked at her.

"Water would be nice." She smiled softly.

"I'll be right back." He smiled back before he got up. Addison nodded and watched him go. Pete made his way over to the counter were he got another drink for each of them.

Addison sat up a little straighter as he made his way back over to the table. "Thanks."

"No problem." He smiled. "Did you want something to eat as well?"

"No." She shook her head. "I'm good thanks." Pete nodded and sat back down across from her. Addison smiled and ran a hand over her wrist.

"Does it hurt?" He watched the movement of her wrist.

"Not really." She shook her head.

"Okay, good."

"It's just a little uncomfortable at times," she admitted.

"It'll get better." He smiled.

"I hope so."

"It will." Pete nodded and leaned back in the chair. "So, tell me something else about you?"

"I don't think there's much else to tell." Addison shrugged and looked at him. "You?"

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything."

"I'm from LA," he began. "I lived there until I was eighteen, then I came here to go to med school. I was planning to go back after I graduated but then I got the job at the hospital, so I stayed."

"Do you think you'll ever go back?"

"I want to." Pete nodded. "One day."

"You could go back after your internship, couldn't you?"

"I could, if I find a job at a hospital."

"You should try then," she shrugged, "if you really wanted to go back."

"Maybe." Pete nodded.

"Is your family in LA?"

"Yeah; my parents and my sister."

"Do you miss them?"

"Yeah, I kind of do." He gave a small smile.

"Are you close with them?"

"We are." Pete nodded. "My sister calls me every other day."

"That's sweet." Addison smiled.

Pete smiled and took a sip of his water. "She gets really pissed with me if I don't pick up or call her in time."

"Aww, that's sweet."

"She's fifteen." He smiled softly.

"She clearly loves her big brother then."

Pete smiled. "They visit a lot though and I fly over whenever I can, so it's not that bad." Addison smiled as well and nodded. "Do you have any siblings?"

"An older brother."

"Does he live here?"

"Yeah." She nodded. Pete nodded as well and looked down at his drink. "We see each other once a week."

"That's good. So you're close?"

"We are." Addison smiled. Pete nodded and smiled back at her. "You've got a…some…on your…" She bit her lip and pointed at his lip where he had a drink moustache.

Pete smiled and lifted his hand to wipe at his lip. "Gone?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Thanks." He smiled softly.

"I couldn't let you walk around like that." She laughed softly.

"Well, I'm glad," he chuckled.

"Hey, at least it wasn't froth from your coffee."

"That would have been kind of embarrassing if I'd had that stuck to my lip all this time."

Addison laughed softly and shook her head. "But funny."

"Yeah, for you." Pete smiled and shook his head at her.

"Exactly!"

"I'm glad this is amusing you." He smirked.

"Oh it is, so much."

"At least you told me instead of letting me walk around like an idiot."

"Next time I will." She smiled.

"Did you just agree to have coffee with me again?"

"I might have done."

"Spares me the asking." He smiled.

"When do you want to meet again then?" Addison asked and sipped on her water.

"How about Friday night?"

"Sure, sounds good." She smiled softly.

When Pete rang the doorbell to Sam's apartment that night he was already late for the game. His walk with Addison after coffee had turned out to be a littler longer than expected and he had lost track of time.

"Hey, what took you so long?" Sam asked as he let his friend in.

"Sorry, I didn't realize it was this late already." Pete slipped out of his shoes and jacket in the hallway

"You're never late for a game. What have you been doing? Or shall I say who?" Sam smirked and raised an eyebrow as he made his way into the living room.

"Shut up." Pete rolled his eyes as he followed him.

"No, seriously, who is she?" Sam held out a beer.

"I met her at the hospital yesterday." He took hold of the beer and sat down.

"At the hospital?" He raised an eyebrow again. "You're dating a patient?"

"We're not really dating yet."

"You're seeing a patient then?" Sam questioned curiously.

"Kind of, I guess." Pete shrugged.

"You know you're not allowed to do that."

"She's not really a patient anymore. So what's the harm?

"But she was a patient," Sam pointed out.

"I like her. I should be allowed to date her."

"You know you're not allowed to date patients, though."

"She's not a patient anymore." Pete looked at his friend.

Sam held up his hands. "On your head be it then."

"I didn't even ask her out. I just said that maybe I'll meet her at the coffee shop, and I did." He smiled.

"Okay."

Pete nodded and turned to the TV where the game was playing.