Another day passed. A week, then before she knew it, a month. Nothing happened. She went by each day, longing to know if he felt the same way for her as she did for him. No signs had been passed off as she worked with him day by day, week by week. As she made her way up towards the wards, she caught sight of him by the nurses' station, having what seemed like a friendly chat. It was fast reaching the end of another shift, as she approached the heart of the ward, where various people could be seen to be getting on with their daily lives. He seemed pretty engaged in a conversation, but as soon as he noticed her presence, he diverted all his attention to her, leaving the staff nurse to continue with the ward rounds.
'Ah, Connie…just who I've been looking for…' He spoke, smiling genuinely at him. She just looked at him, expecting him to tell her right there, right at that moment in time. The pair remained silent for a few long seconds, both anticipating an answer from each other. Realising Connie thought he was to tell her in front of the hustle and bustle of the ward, he moved past her, pausing when they were equally in eye contact from the side, 'In private?' he continued. She nodded slightly, turning herself around and following his every footstep as he led her towards his office, just off the main corridor. He let her in, before closing the door firmly and he drew the blinds, blocking anyone's view from the outside.
She stood by the door nervously, as she watched him making tiny adjustments to the room, so that it looked perfect. He sat down on his rather comfortable sofa, leaning back against the corner of it, resting his arms along the sides, 'Take a seat.' he told her, breaking the unearthly silence. She sat down timidly on the other side, barely sitting fully on the seat. She didn't dare look up at him at the moment, for she was afraid of what he wanted to confront her with, whether it was professionally or something else. She placed her hands on her knees, trying to stop them from erratically shaking. Before she knew it, he placed a hand on top of hers, 'No need to be scared.' He reassured her, smiling gracefully as her eyes met his. She broke their eye contact almost immediately, looking down at the floor again, 'You wanted a word Mr Beauchamp?' she questioned, her voice near to nothing.
'I just wanted to know if everything is running smoothly for you, well seeing we've been a team for 7 months' He explained, removing his hand from hers, retreating back to his original position on the sofa. 'Yes…yes…everything's fine.' She replied, with a small stutter. This was probably one of the only times that he had her on his own, in his office. 'Are you sure? I've noticed you've been a little in the clouds recently…'
'Yes, I'm fine. Honest.' She told him, now with a little more confidence in herself. 'Good. Anyone would've thought you were stalking me!' He added, with a minute grin. Connie couldn't help but smile and laugh within herself at his comment, knowing that it was almost true. She knew that they had something between them, something special, but she was afraid what his reaction would be, if she were to reveal her true feelings towards him.
'Well…if that's the case, I think we should go for a drink. That's if you want to though.' He announced, subtly winking at her. 'Of course, it would be a pleasure.' She replied, kindly accepting his request. He got up, she looked up at him, and he looked down at her. The deadly silence was brought up again, the atmosphere tensing up once more. 'I'll just go get ready…' And with that, she swiftly left the room, allowing him to pick up his coat and briefcase, before closing the lights that had slightly lit up the room.
She closed her locker once again. Shrugging on her long coat, that didn't dare reveal anything, she then ran a hand through her hair, inhaling slowly, unable to believe what she was about to undergo. The door creaked opened and his head appeared from the gap, 'Ready?' he questioned, catching a glimpse of her exquisite rear as she slowly turned around to meet his eyes again. She made her way towards him, retaining their eye contact, as she gripped hold of the door handle, pulling it open, allowing her to leave the room, brushing past his shoulder as she began to make her way down the corridor.