#willium

Yeah I'm still doing more of these. All the main party members are done!

London

Rapper/Producer. The vibe is strong with this one.

“Excuse me Mamn?...  Can I help you?” Doctor Saunders was addressing a short, shapely, reasonably attractive woman…  an apparently unresponsive woman.  “You’re really not supposed to be on this floor.  Can I help you find someone?”

 “…  the elderly couple that used to live in this room, where are they?”

 “Yes the Abodee couple, they were recently moved out of intensive care unit, having been deemed lower maintenance cases.”

 “Oh good.  I was afraid they were dead,” confessed the woman with no visible signs of distress.

 “Ahh…  well…  then I’m pleased to be the barer of good news, for once.”  Replied Dr. Saunders, confused but intrigued by this mysterious woman’s vacant demeanor.  A short silence elapsed.

 “So?” asked Rita, suddenly feeling self-conscious, “Are you maybe going to tell me where they are?...  or what,” she was blushing now, evading eye contact.  The doctor was starring. 

 “Right… sorry they’re on the third floor, let me take you there,” smiled Dr. Saunders.

 “You don’t have to do that, just tell me the room number and I’ll find it myself, I’m really a very good navigator...  Brain like a compass.” 

 “No it’s fine, I’m headed that way as it is.  Also I’m a particularly bad navigator, and this place is like a maze, I may need a compass myself.  Shall we?”  Without waiting for an answer he started down the shiny linoleum hallway, hands stuffed into his lab coat pockets.  Rita caught up within a few steps and kept his pace, they didn’t speak until the elevator doors locked them in together.

 “So you must be Rita, the nurses tell me you visit more frequently then death, which is really saying something around here.” Dr. Saunders followed this with an awkward chuckle hoping Rita would join him, but her mouth was a rigid line.

 “Ah yes, death jokes, in an old persons home, how very… tasteful.  What was it doctor?  The system burn you out?  Or did you even care in the first place?”  As she said this, her irritation caused her to finally return the Doctor’s eye contact.  To her displeasure she saw that he was grinning.  I was wrong.  Thought Dr. Sunders, she’s more then pretty.  With those burning eyes, she’s gorgeous.  The elevator doors opened with a cheerful ding.  Rita stepped out onto the faded yellow carpet her back to him.  The doctor followed her, his smile inexplicably expanded.

 He touched the back of Rita’s arm, causing her to turn, “Look I’m sorry.  I swear my passion is still burning, which must make that atrocious joke somewhat confusing.  It was inexcusable, it was…  it was an incredibly misguided attempt at a conversation with you.”

 “Don’t worry about it, really.  Could you just give me my parents room number?” Rita said, trying to brush him off.

 “Sure, its 406.”

 “406?  But you said the third floor.”

 “Oh dear, I guess your right, I’m awfully sorry.  I did warn you about my navigational skills, or lack there of.  Let me make it up to you, I’ll escort you to their room.”

 “No that’s fine, something tells me I might have better luck finding it without you.”

 “Really I feel terrible you must let me make it up to you somehow…  What about dinner?”

 “…  No.”

 “Lunch?”

 “No.”

 “Coffee?”

 “You just don’t stop.” Rita said, hating herself for grinning.

 “It’s a testament to how very not burnt out I am.  Or maybe you’re just the right kind of ignition,” smiled Dr. Saunders.

 “What is this?” asked Rita Skeptically.

 “… free coffee?”  Suggested the Doctor

 “Doesn’t this violate some doctor patent boundaries?”

 “It would, if you were planning to move into the ‘Babbling Brooks Seniors Retirement Home,’” smirked the doctor

 “I don’t think so.”

 “You may want to reconsider, you’d get to see me every day, and the food really is…  theoretically edible.”

 “No I meant, to your coffee.”

 “You still may want to reconsider?”

 “Why?”  

 “Because if you do, I’ll tell you, your parents real room number.”

 “Seriously!” groaned Rita incredulously, “You know I could just ask at the front desk.”

 “And yet, your still here… talking to me.”  smiled the doctor smugly.

 “Why are you pushing for this so hard?”

 “Maybe I find your parents intriguing, and maybe I was pleased to find that you have inherited that quality.  As well as some other…  pleasant features.  Or maybe I’m just trying to get laid.  But aren’t you curious to find out which?” he asked shamelessly.

 “Your going to fall over, if you keep eating your feet like this.”

 “I’ll manage.”

 “Well you say that now, but what are you going to do with all your Italian leather shoes,” asked Rita, kicking herself for playing along.

 “There knock offs,” grinned the doctor.

 “You’ve got an answer for everything.

 “Only because you keep asking questions.”

 “…  Fine.  Coffee.”

 “Good, shall we say Tuesday at noon?”

 “Make it Wednesday at four.”

 “Control issues, very sexy.”

 “Just tell me the room number before I change my mind.”

 “It actually is 406,” smiled Dr. Saunders sheepishly.

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