where: robbie’s home who: @robbie-rivera & rosalyn white
Her fist was hovering right in front of the door, as if an invisible force was preventing her from bring able to connect her skin with the wooden frame. Had she officially gone mad? The funeral had put everyone on edge, word of Josie’s disappearance spreading like wildfire even before the premises had been emptied. She’d even been stupid enough to take part in the conspiracies, playing the part of detective with DJ from the confines of her own home, as if anything could have been solved that way. Fletcher should have never brought her so close to this, that much had become abundantly clear when she bowed her head in shame and declared that she’d found next to nothing that would assist the police in the dead woman’s case. Had she really gotten her hopes up, become invested in this case, for nothing?
And then there was Robbie, unable to get his face out of her head in the hours that’d passed since she left the police station. Was it shame? Disgust? Regret? Not that anything had happened between them — why would anything happen? — but his reaction had felt like a punch in the gut. Doctor White. So informal, so lacking.
Nearly five in the morning; he was probably asleep, or getting off a shift that become far longer than expected — she assumed the latter. Her own REM cycle had become incredibly unordinary since becoming doctor, so she was wide awake. Though, she had the sneaking suspicion that this alone was not the cause for her insomnia.
But then, she knocked. And then, he answered.
“I —” a pause, the entire situation she found herself in dawning on her. Rosalyn noted the dark circles under his eyes, ones that rivals her own. His appearance, so casual, made him look far more...human. If that was even possible, because from what Rosalyn had discovered, Robbie was, perhaps, the most human person she’d met in a long while.
“The only people who call me Dr. White spend eighty percent of their time in the hospital.” She swallowed thickly, fists clenched tightly at her sides. “I’ve never treated you. I’ve never even seen you there.” Rosalyn stared at him for a long moment, finally allowing the breath she didn’t realize she was holding to escape her lips. “Do you have coffee?”
