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“ –can i bother you for a second? ”

A second? Realistically, you already have, babe. But I’m sure I can spare you a minute.

It annoyed Liana way too much to not say anything about it, the way he was behaving was almost ridiculous, but she tried her best to just hold herself tgether for now. Answering his questions monotonous, she couldn’t help herself but mimick his tone. As she slowly released her grip on the clipboard the guy was holding only seconds ago. “Okay,fine.” The petite blonde spoke out, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as she looked at the other, trying to figure out if he’d need to do any more with her because she was sick of his atttude by now.

Kyle knew whatever the blonde would come out with he could take her down a notch or two. He was the medical professional here - well, sort of. Her tone was nothing new to Kyle, he was use to the bratty rich kids that would come in here to have their stomachs pumped and then rest there for a day or two, orders from mummy or daddy who didn't mind forking out the cash for their little devils. He gave her the sourest of smirks when she caved in, as if she had a choice. His eyes darted over the board, all checks in the required areas before his eyes darted to the silver clock on the wall - he was done early but he couldn't leave. His was ten minutes short of the required time they'd have to spend with each patient, and right now he wished he didn't pass on Mrs. Gallagher, her broken hip and the war stories he completely blocked out. He pretended to flick over page and page, as if was truly interested in his job but time dragged out longer than he could imagine. "So, how drunk were you when you crashed your car?" .

“Suppose it’s nice to meet you then, Kyle. I’m Lindy. I’ll have you know a few of my old friends from the show are relatively successful. So, it seems it wouldn’t be one out of twenty. Wasn’t even planning on elaborating so you’re fine, but I’m more of a dog person.”

'Suppose it is. Right, good meeting ya'. Old friends? Old for a reason I assume. I heard one of them came out and is now a stripper - what a dream. Good, plenty of mutts in this city to listen to whatever words fall from your lips.

The blonde could tell by his manners that he didn’t want to be there, feeling already annoyed, she tried to keep herself together. Liana hummed in response at his monotoneous question, clearly he could care less about anything that happened with his patients or in the hospital. “Well Kyle, just fill in whatever you please on these papers and get this over with quick – she said in the same tone he did, eyes darting to his gaze, eyes meeting for a second as she sighed. “Look whatever, let me see these papers and i’ll fill in whatever I can fill in.” She said looking at the questions filled out on the paper. “Why do you even bother coming here?” The blonde questioned truly curious as of why he even bothered to come here when he was so uninterested in what was going on.

Like with almost every patient, Kyle did his usual routine; rolling his eyes as his tongue rolled against the top of his mouth to create such an irritating sound. And then there was the head roll, as a fake smile would plaster upon his lips. And Liana was  no different, she witness his traditional morning show. "No worries, sugar" he said with a fake tone as he leaned forwards and brought the clipboard to his chest, leaning on his toes and then back to his heels before his face drop and he looked down at the board. Getting on with work, he checked her blood pressure, the drips in the room and then the usual questions of 'any head pains? Unusual bleeding?'. Once she took the board from his grasp, Kyle raised an eyebrow at her before he flipped the black pen that rested between his index and middle finger. "Because I'm getting paid" Kyle insisted before placing his hand on the top of the board, tugging it lightly towards him as he waited for the blonde to drop it. "So if you could leave it to the professionals and not end up getting into more trouble - and obtaining injuries".

“Well, thank you, stranger. It may have been but afterwards I got jobs pretty much as soon as I left so at least something good came out of it. Trust me, my parents wouldn’t have even cared enough to see it since they had no idea I was even on the show.”

Kyle - the names Kyle. Most become deadbeats and wannabes, maybe you were that one out of twenty. Right, sounds like some personal shit coming up and I’m not into that so maybe save it for someone else. Or a cat.

Today at a café, a stranger embarrassed themselves in front of me. A cute guy came up to me and said he was a big fan of The Valleys and I said my thanks and we had a photo together. I was wearing a little bit of a low cut top and he couldn’t keep his eyes off my rack the entire time while talking to me, it was all nice till he said to me that he liked my tits in the shirt I was wearing, all just as his Mother came up to get him to leave. He ended up getting a hit over the back of the head and the Mother dragged him off by his ear while apologising to me. I have to say, it was the weirdest but funniest fan experience so far. Gotta love New York, right?

Man, I can’t disagree - You’ve got a nice body. But you were on The Valleys? That show is so old, and was kinda shit - I don’t know if that’s something to be proud of. After all, yer folks probably saw you banging a random person and that’s not chill.  I ‘suppose it’s alright.