I think you already know what I'm about to say. Only this time it's only been three days since we had been together in the nurses home. We're meeting again at our coffee bar. Yes! That's what I call it now. Our coffee bar, because we're always there together; Me and Pats.
Tonight though I was running a little late. I hurried through the streets, egar to see my girl, but I stopped right there in my tracks. When I saw she wasn't alone. She was smoking with her friend, Trixie. Sure, I felt disappointed. Angry even, but least I still get to see my Pats. That is what I kept telling myself as I approached. Trixie spotted me first and gave me a wave. I did smile when I noticed Pats becoming more
animated when she noticed me.

'Hello Delia.' Trixie smiled warmly touching my arm, as Pats bit her lip with a smirk as she too said, 'Hello Deels.'

Making our way inside, Trixie took it kindly upon herself to go order the hot drinks. While me and Pats found us some seats.

In a very hushed whisper, Pats told me, 'Sorry Deels, Trixie asked me if she could join us for a coffee. I think she's rather at a lose end tonight.' My Pats looked conflicted as she explained. Torn between our sacred moments together and her friendship. How could I stay mad at her. For one she looked so adorable in her check shirt that I could see sticking out through her open coat. Two, It's her kindness towards others that made me fall for her in the first place.

Smiling widely at her I said, 'It's alright Pats.'

Double checking no one was watching, Pats placed her hand on my bare knee and gave it a little squeeze. We must of been lost in the moment because before we knew it Trixie had returned with a tray full of three coffee's and three slices of cake. This caused my sweet Pats to become so startled. That when she removed her hand from my knee at such a speed, she knocked the back of her hand against the underneath of the table. Which made her winch with pain and caused Trixie to look at her rather perplexed. With a shake of her head, the blonde started the conversation rolling as I held in a giggle. Flashing me a playful pout, Pats giggled too.

'We all work so hard that we deserve this slice of cake.' Trixie smiled handing out the three plates.
Looking at Patsy pulling a frown at the sweet treat, she asked, 'Oh? Is this Walnut cake, Trix?'

To which Trixie had a frown of her own appear now, 'Yes! Why?' She bristled up.

'Deels doesn't like walnut cake.' Patsy replied to a loud, 'Oh.'
I adored the fact that Patsy had remembered. I hoped my cheeks weren't as red as they felt.

'It's Okay Pats.' I smiled proudly. 'Sorry Delia. I should have asked you first. Just that we always enjoy Mrs B's walnut cake. That is if we're able to get a slice before Sister Monica Joan calms it all for herself.' Trixie has a slight chuckle.

'Shall I order you another cake?' Patsy asked clearly fussing and I was enjoying every single moment of it.
'No. I'm alright.' I nodded taking a sip of my coffee to hide my smile. 'Are you sure because they'll exchange it.' My dear Pats smiled.

'Patsy! Leave the poor girl alone! She said it was quite alright.' Trixie sighed taking a bite of her own cake.
'How about some music then?' Patsy left her seat with Trixie calling behind her, 'Now that is a good idea.'

The evening was most enjoyable. Trixie was great company and helped me with my loving teasing of Pats. She only stayed for two coffee's and told us her copy of vogue was calling her. She asked if Patsy was joining her to which she replied, she would be having another coffee. Blowing, both of us kisses, Trixie left us to it.

We sat in comfortable silence for about five or ten minutes. Just happy to stare at one another until Pats smiled, 'Hello.'

Teasing I said, 'I think you told me that two hours ago sweetheart.' Rolling her eyes, Pats smirked, 'You know what I mean Deels.'

'Yes I do. You Fool.' I laughed as I felt her hand return to my knee once again.
'How is Mr Iris?' She smiled, 'Behaving himself I hope?' She asked much more seriously.

She always loathed wandering hands on the ward, but especially if they were aimed at me. Once I recalled, this one patient wouldn't let up. Even when I gave him what for. It only seemed to spur him on. I shouted a string of insults, some even in Welsh. That only made him smile wider. That was until my nurse Mount taught him a lesson. As he reached for my bum for the countless time that afternoon. My Pats swiped the back of his hand so hard, the sound seemed to echo around the ward.
'That stung!' Was all he could muster as he held his own hand.

Once Patsy had finished with her very stern telling off, he never bothered me again. I gave my Pats a very big treat that night; We had been window shopping on one of our days off. She just happen to mention about a pink lace bra she had seen and thought how I would look rather fetching in it. I asked her, how much thought she'd given to the matter of me in a pink lace bra. Her red blushing cheeks were all the response I needed. So without her knowing, I purchased the underwear. I was keeping it as a surprise for her and that night, felt as good as any. She told me later, as she held me in her arms, 'I was right about the lace bra.'

I liked her caring; 'Mr Iris wouldn't so much as look at me today.' I leaned forward, checking no one was paying attention.
'Hm? Why was that?' She licked her bottom lip as she was watching my lips all the while I was talking.

'I moved out of his way, even before he had chance to so much as lift a finger.' I chuckled wishing I could kiss her right now.
'Good. Because you know I could always stop by the ward and rescue you.' She lowered her voice in a flirting manner.

'Now who is teasing?' I pushed her gently, 'Though I do wish that was a promise.' I said a little more solemnly than I intended.
Looking at me now with sadness, I changed the subject. I didn't want to burden her with my worries. She was facing the same struggle I was. We were missing each other. A few hours here and there, were proving to be difficult. I was finding that I was pining for her more and more lately.

Soon another hour had gone by all too quickly. Walking along the back ally, I pulled out her silk scarf from my coat pocket. By the time I was returning it to her, it smelt more of my perfume than it did hers.
'I thought I'd better give this back to you.' I handed it to her and without missing a beat, she held it up to her nose just as I had done.

'Mm your perfume is on here.' She closed her eyes with every word. 'You left it behind the other night. I've been...holding it. while I sleep.'
I confessed suddenly feeling a little shy. Smiling, she took me to her and pressed the softest kiss to my wanting lips.
She offered to walk me home but I didn't let her. I don't think I would of been able to let her go if she'd had seen me to my room.

A/N - Thank you again for the reviews! This chapter was rather short but sweet (I hope). The next one will have a bit more emotions. I'm off to Wales soon, so hoping all the lovely fresh air will be some inspiration. x