"I remember when we introduced ourselves."
"Ah."
"You were like: "Jackson Avery, originally from Boston . Cardiothoracic all the way. Can I be done now?"
"That does sound like me." He says. "Short, sweet and to the point."
"It sure was. I'm pretty sure that I was a hot mess though."
"You sure were." He laughs.
"Hey!" She says, playfully punching his arm.
"I remember that day as if it were yesterday, with your little red notebook. It went something like this: "Do you know a Catherine Avery, the urologist?"
"That was an important question to ask." She states.
He laughs.
"And my response was: "I do, actually. Are you writing this down?"
She smiles.
"I think I remember saying: "She's just, like, amazing. Are you going into urology, too?" Then you said: "No. Cardiothoracic all the way. Can I be done now?
Jackson smiles.
"Then you started to introduce yourself: "I'll go. Hi. I'm April Kepner. I'm from Ohio, and I'm super-excited to be near the ocean, although I don't really know how I feel about the rain yet.
"As far as specialty goes, I'm looking for something with set hours so that I can raise kids eventually two boys and a girl. So I'm thinking plastics, urology, proctology…."
"You captivated me." He says. "I don't know why, but you captivated me."
She smiles.
"What else do you remember about us?"
"Hmm." She ponders. "I got one!"
"Lay it on me." Jackson encourages.
