“Damn it–” Azalia gave the pen a frustrated little shake, which never helped, but it was an instinct at any rate. It wasn’t a surprise – she’d been working at the hospital all day, taking copious notes. She let it drop to the day planner she had open in front of her. She had been copying her appointments from her phone calendar into the planner – she was always paranoid about erasing by accident or, even worse, dropping her phone – and she was almost done. “Excuse me,” she said, to the person sitting at the nearby table. “You wouldn’t happen to have a pen on you, would you? I’d only need it for a few minutes.”
“oh! Yeah somewhere hold on.” Nyla said as she patted her pockets. Finding one she handed it to the woman with a smile. “Here you are Dr.Flores.” Nyla nodded. Even though they weren’t in a hospital setting it was habit by this point. “Looks like you’ve got a busy week.”Â
