Playing with Fate

Either way, he misses his family enough that he follows. A brow raising at the detailed set up and offer of free booze from an ice chest that clearly is kept stocked up on regular. Looking down at the drink, then back up- he holds up a hand with an exhausted laugh.

"I'm good, thanks. I think? Still got a few hours. Was this a test?"

There was always some kind hazing in each rotation and he was starting to wonder what the point of the endless humiliation ritual was. He wasn't good at reading true intentions, too many layers of irony and politics and subterfuge had left him more emotionally exhausted than physically.

Maybe that is why he finds his voice lowering after a few moments of heavy, awkward silence.

"Not everything I do is a test. Or maybe it is, you never know." he shrugged, the tone and facial expression not giving any pointers as to what his mind was thinking. "I meant to talk to you since your transfer to the night shift, just had not had the opportunity to do so, between being off , coming back, getting the mother load of night traumas , time just flies. "

He took a sip of his beer. Was drinking on the cloak allowed? It only said to not be impaired, one bear wouldn't kill him. "There's soda in there too I think." he pointed at the cooler.

Meeting his attendings eyes evenly, honestly he tells him why.

"My father died a couple years ago in his dojo after a night class when I was in medical school. Heart attack. None of us saw it coming. Not my mom, or my four siblings. It was... devastating. My younger brother found him."

He was hardly the only person in the medical field to choose emergency medicine after a tragedy.

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@falling-for-a-fantasy plotted starter for Marcus

Pulling up to the restaurant, she felt the undeniable flutter of nervousness and excitement that she had long thought was lost to her. It had been seven years since she had last gone on a date, and the resulting disaster had put her off dating so entirely that as she gets out of her car and walks up to the restaurant she wonders if this is all some kind cosmic joke. Doubt creeping in as she spots the couples, old and young through the windows.

She hesitates in the threshold, only for a few seconds as her courage falters, a bakers dozen of questions coming mind. What if upon spending more time together outside of events where he was a guest and she was a worker they found they had nothing to say to one another at all? What if she actually found she liked him, really truly liked him only for things to fail like they tend to do? Despite the fears, as her thoughts turn, she spots him inside sitting alone. While they had only spoken to one another a handful of times in stolen moments, something in her gives seeing the way he looks every bit as nervous as she felt.

A decision is made immediately seeing the anxious bounce of his leg under the table while he waits.

Straightening out her shoulders, she finds her resolve to reach for the door handle and a take a step inside.

As she walks toward him, the doubts fall away once their eyes meet and a smile, a real smile- not the practiced ones she gives, slowly lights up her features the closer she gets to him. A light laugh once she is right in front of him and he stands quickly to pull out her chair for her. Once seated across from him, she can't help but think she was very glad when his teammates found her after the last charity event that she had taken his number after all.

Eye to eye, her scarred hands rest delicately in her lap as she takes him in for a seconds.

"You know, I think this is the first time I haven't seen you in a suit. Thank you, for inviting me. I have to say, I have never been asked out to dinner with a note before but I'm glad you did Marcus, really."

"Well, I have had much worse tricks played on me but if you really are interested in me, like this? Then I am glad for it, Marcus. It's not too much, I promise."

She had not known what call what it was that they had been doing over many months now. Ever since he had stepped in when a guest at a charity event had grabbed her harshly, having had too much to drink they had steadily spent more time together. For the entire season actually, the Northern Divers had given her a catering contract for all manner of events. But, while they had talked in stolen moments. With him staying back to help her clean up more and more, she had still worried that it was only ever to be a fleeting flirtation. That it was only a natural result of proximity and his kindness that she would want him.

When he smiles, studying her. Something is his eyes has her holding her breath for second as he gives a subtle nod of approval and a compliment. Before she can respond at all, a waiter stepping between them to leave water filled and her wondering if she had somehow imagined his words with how quickly and casually he moves to what they should eat.

Beautiful. He had called her beautiful.

Feeling a bit dazed, because he was not the only one unused to dates anymore she opens the menu to look through. Surprised to see he was right that there were so many different offerings of things she wondered how a single restaurant could make so much. His following question having her gaze lift to meet the warmth of his eyes.

"I have never been here, either. I am not very picky, or vegetarian but there is a lot that looks good. Thank you, for picking it. I wouldn't mind drinking if you do with me."

After a breath, she can't help but laugh seeing that he may be more nervous that she is. Bringing her hand that had been resting in her lap to rest palm up on the white tablecloth in a tentative offering while another brief, bright, goodnatured laugh leaves her.