#andyburroughs

Andy for sure. I just think she works with the Andrews.

I like the Mitchells, like I said, but Saven is cute as hell, and even though we don’t see them much, Andy and Mickey are nice to look at as well.

Vinny Kurily/Meredith Colt

Okay. So, I’d like to see more out of Vinny in general, because I think he’s hilarious. Aiden needs to get back out there. Mickey/Andy need to branch out, I think, and Ella needs to make more friends. Daniel + Anyone/thing because I would probably pay to see that man breathe. Elijah... because... hello. Robbie and Rosie, because there’s just been too much drama. I don’t know. I’m rambling, yo.

(Text) Awesome. You still coming tonight?

Ben walked over to Andy's place and gave the door a little tap. He was looking forward  to taking Andy to see a show. It was nice to have company and Andy giving him his opinion on things  that Ben had no idea about made it more fascinating, not only for the article but to see something from a different point of view. Ben waited until he heard the door go. "Hey Andy. I have a list of Shows we can go and see, All you have to do is pick one." He said with a smile and fanned the leaflets in his hand.  He walked in and smiled. " you just pick one and then I'll book it for tonight. Good thing about the press badge is that they always have seats reserved for us."He grinned.

Arthur's mother would be visiting him in exactly twenty four hours. She wasn't staying for long (thank god), but she was coming for her favorite event of every year - her birthday. With how thrilled she'd get, you'd expect the woman to be five or sixteen or twenty-one, some kind of exciting age, but no, she was turning sixty-three. Plain old, nothing special sixty-three.  To keep her happy, Arthur would play along and be just as giddy as she was. He didn't particularly care for birthdays. Most years, he let his pass without even a Facebook 'hbd' wish or a cupcake in sight. But for his mother, Arthur would do most anything. The woman was a saint.  Though he was new to Chicago, Arthur knew of at least one bakery: Andy's. Arthur wouldn't admit that he actually knew quite a few bakeries, and that he was just going to this particular one to see the head baker in action, but it was definitely a second valid reason for him to go. He walked up to the bakery, having known its location for quite awhile now, and walked in through the doors. It was empty.  "Hello?" He called out. "Andy, are you in here?"  As he spoke, Arthur tugged out his phone to find the picture of the cake he wanted for his Mum. 

9:34 PM. The day had been long. The nurses were yawning, the interns rested in waiting chairs, and even the clocks seemed too exhausted to tick. Arthur's surgery had no complications - no issues at all, even, but it still managed to take over twelve hours. Thank god he had brought his runners with him - this wasn't one he could have done in his Johnston and Murphy's.  He walked out of the operating room, changing out his pristine white lab coat for a cable-knit sweater. Arthur was done. The parents were notified, the beautiful baby girl was sleeping in the NICU, and he was officially off duty. With the rest of his night (the hour and a half he had before he'd have to be in bed), Arthur was planning on doing nothing other than hitting up a liquor store for a nice bottle of Merlot and watching something good.  Arthur said goodnight to the intern who tiredly handed him his coat, and then he made his way into the garment - one arm at a time. He stumbled a little, wholly focused on his coat zipper. When Arthur finally looked up, he saw a familiar face walking towards the exit.  "Hey!" He called, "Hey, uh, Andy - right?"