Sabrina didn't understand what was going on with Dr Drake. That night at the Floating Rib, he kept staring at her, which she knew because she was admittedly staring at him. They caught each other staring a few times and quickly looked away, but not before drawing Felix' attention. Dr Drake left before they did, so Sabrina was bombarded with questions from her well-intentioned but nosy bestie. No, she didn't know why Dr Drake was staring at her. From what she heard, Sabrina was about as far from his type as one could get. She was passably attractive (on a good day), with average build and height. Most days her long brunette hair had a mind of its own and refused to stay in any style she managed to create - even ponytails. And if that weren't enough, her curse of bad eyesight required the constant use of glasses. Although it worked in her favor that she'd traded her dorky humongous red frames in for sleek black ones, glasses were still glasses and they didn't add to her attractiveness. Yet, somehow it seemed the guy was working overtime to get her attention.
For two weeks after their run-in, Dr Drake managed to work every shift that she was scheduled for. He showed up earlier than her (and she was always way early) so he would run into her in the locker room and try to strike up a conversation. Whenever they "bumped into" each other in the cafeteria, he paid for her coffee. When she was at the nurses station working on charts or her EHR project, he would be there, too. Finally, when Felix and the other nurses began to notice, Sabrina snapped. She pulled him aside and said, "Ok, Dr Drake, what is going on?"
Feigning ignorance, he said, "What do you mean, Sabrina?"
"People are starting to gossip about why you are paying so much attention to a nobody nursing student. So, what gives?"
He smiles his gorgeously handsome smile and said, "Maybe I just like seeing you..." Then, he leaned closer and added, "And, I think maybe you like seeing me, too."
As Sabrina tried to think of a retort, he winked and started backing away. Suddenly, he added, "Oh, and it's Patrick, not Dr Drake. You should probably get used to it because you're going to be saying it a lot."
Patrick had spent two weeks since the night of "the bet" at the Floating Rib attempting to get Sabrina to notice him. If he was going to get her to go to the Golden Ball with him, then she had to give him the time of day. He'd tried everything subtle he could think of, but nothing seemed to work. He switched all of his shifts on purpose to coincide with hers. He got to the hospital ungodly early every time so that he could beat her to the locker room to change. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable by always changing when she walked in, so he timed it so that he was done changing just as she arrived. Since their lockers were in the same row, he made it a point to engage her in conversation and then squeeze past her on his way out. (It seemed, though, that squeezing past her made him more aware of her than it did her of him, which was weird.) Every time he "ran into" her in the cafeteria (accidentally on purpose, of course), he gentlemanly paid for her coffee. However, it wasn't until some of the other staff started wondering why he was hanging by the nurses station whenever Sabrina was that she finally took the bait and confronted him. When she'd literally grabbed his sleeve to pull him aside and ask him what was "up", he was ecstatic. Of course Patrick had heard the gossip, too, but it only seemed to make Sabrina more interesting to him than less. Instead of addressing her stupid idea of being a nobody, he just cut to the chase.
"Maybe I like seeing you…" he said. Then, noticing her blush, he purposely leaned in and added, "And I think you like seeing me, too," with a wink that always worked on the ladies.
Patrick was satisfied by Sabrina's inability to find a retort because he knew it meant he was finally getting to her, so he went in for the kill and told her to call him Patrick. As he walked away, he smiled like the Chesire cat. If he had his way, she would be saying it a lot in the future, preferably preceding the word "yes" or following the word "oh".