Weeell, unfortunately, no one sent me any ideas but I shall carry on, this chapter won't be long, but it's the only way can think to get out of my jam. Enjoy ^_^
Annabel was a breathtaking sight even at the worst of times. Even when she was dressed in her oversized scrubs, black hair tied back and no makeup at all, no one passed her without looking back. And that morning in particular, as she sat in the cafeteria, stirring her coffee with a dreamy, far off look on her face, no one could deny the extent of her beauty.
"So, what's the look?"
Annabel sighed, annoyed that her friend had brought her out of her daydream. Molly, however, just carried on smiling.
"So..?"
"So what?"
Molly rolled her eyes. "What's the look?"
"What look?"
Molly leaned her hand against her cheek and imitated the dreamy expression Annabel had not long ago been wearing. "That look."
Annabel said nothing, but smiled into her coffee. Molly raised an eyebrow. "It's a guy, isn't it?"
"Maybe..."
"Tell me!" she demanded. "Now, or I'll strap you to a table and remove your spleen without the aid of anaesthetic!"
Annabel screwed her face up. "Dude, I know you're a surgical intern, but that's just gruesome!"
Molly laughed and waved her hand dismissively. "Yeah, whatever, make with the goods!"
Annabel raised an eyebrow at her excitable auburn haired friend and wondered for the millionth time how someone who drank decaffeinated coffee had so much energy.
"Well, I met him a Darren's wedding, "she began. "His name's Spencer."
"Cute?"
"Insanely!"
"Funny?"
"Yes."
"Sweet?"
"Totally!"
"Smart?"
"Genius."
"IQ?"
"187."
"Geez! Single?"
"Of course."
"Straight?"
"Yes."
"Man, so what exactly is wrong with this guy? Because you know all of the good ones are either gay or taken."
"Well, they have to be taken by someone, "Annabel smiled.
"Oh? Please tell me you got his number?"
"Of course! Oh my gosh Molly, this guy is amazing!"
"Are you going to ask him out?"
"I'm waiting to see if he makes a move first."
"Or you could make a move! How old is this guy anyway? If he's in his forties or something I swear I'll hit you!"
"Eww! No! He's twenty eight."
"What does he do?"
"He works for the Behavioural Analysis Unit."
"He's a fed?" Molly hissed, horrified.
"Is there a problem with that?" Annabel asked defensively.
"That's risky territory isn't it? We're always getting feds and cops in here. I once helped out with a crazy fed once who had a bullet through his leg and actually refused narcotics! I thought he was nuts! Seriously, that job does things to you"
"So does ours. Now if you're quite done trampling all over my new found object of affection."
"You make it sound so retarded!"
"Act your age Molly," Annabel laughed, draining the last of her coffee before jumping up and taking out her beeper. "Last few weeks of residency, you've got to be mature now!"
"Introduce me to one mature surgeon!" she called after her. She laughed as Annabel waved over her shoulder. She deserved a break. She hadn't exactly been lucky with guys in the past. Molly just hoped this 'Spencer' was different.
Like I said, short, but still, my jam isn't as bad now! Did you all like it? Leave me some reviews, I love them, I put them in my coffee instead of sugar ^_^ Lol. I may put a date in the next chapter, either deliberate or accidental. Hmm, ideas...
