Romano stripped off his navy blue scrub top and then rubbed the back of his neck roughly. He hadn't slept well that night and he was relieved that his last surgery was cancelled. Longest six-hour shift, I ever had, he thought to himself. He put his undershirt on and then draped his trench-coat around him. He wrapped a scarf around his neck. He checked himself out in the mirror. He felt like a closet flasher but he was too tired to care. It's not like I am going to run into anyone

"Lizzie. Uh Hi. Hello." She was waiting unexpectedly outside of the men's room.

"Robert." She smiled.

He stopped and waited for her to say more. The silence grew uncomfortable. "I'm just heading out."

"Yeah. I saw that you were off early today."

"Well. Have a good night." He turned and started to walk away from her.

"Can I see you tonight?"

He froze with his back still turned. He didn't want to see her again. Not tonight. It was too soon. Too soon since last night. Too soon after Mark's death. On the other hand, he didn't want to have this conversation in his skivvies. "I'll give you a call later."

She continued to look at the back of his head. She felt foolish. Dropping her eyes to the ground she answered, "sure. If you get a chance, sure."

He could hear the frustration in her voice. He promised himself to not keep things so tightly inside this time around. He spun around and grabbed a hold of her arm. "I'll. Call." He said with strong determination in his voice.

"I should be home by 7:00." She announced to the ground. She still couldn't bring herself to look at him.

Dr. Deveraux walked passed at the end of the hall. Romano dropped his hold on Elizabeth's arm. "Tonight."

"Okay."

And with that he turned and walked out of the hospital.

Elizabeth took a deep breath and returned to her work.

Elizabeth's phone didn't ring at 7:00. Nor did it ring at 8:00. By 9:15 Elizabeth had finished off an entire bottle of Merlot and was contemplating opening another. She picked up her phone instead. Fumbling through the papers in her briefcase she found the phone list that the Chief of Surgery had created. She traced her finger down the list and spat as she realized that his number wasn't on the list. He was too new to the staff. She considered her options. It was hard to do in the haze of the wine.

She dropped the phone.

She picked it up only to drop it a second time. This time instead of picking it up she kicked it across her kitchen floor. As it hit the wall it rang out.

She picked up the phone and clicked it on. "Phone." She snorted a laugh. "I mean. Hello."

"Dr. Corday?" A female voice with a thick proper English accent asked.

"You're a woman."

"Yes?"

"I want a man to call." And with that Elizabeth hung up the phone. Suddenly Elizabeth felt very tired. She curled up on the floor and fell asleep with the phone cradled in her hands.