Page 31 of Perfect Date
“Oh yeah? What would you choose then?”
We get into Kimberly’s car and she drives us back to work. It’s a beautiful day. As we drive, I can’t help but look out the window to admire the cute town I live in. As we drive, some people wave to us. People are out and about, running errands, grabbing lunch, working at their own places of business. It’s a great little town and I do love the uniqueness of small-town living, mostly.
The festivals, farmer’s markets, the various ways the town comes together to help their own which I’ve already seen a few times in the short time I’ve been here. Yes, it may be quite gossipy, but I suppose that’s a small price to pay to be surrounded by people that will genuinely come together and be there for each other when needed.
As we pull into the parking lot, we see a few other team members also returning from lunch.
“How about… Helicopter? Kirby? Java? Oh, what about Mendel?”
“Mendel? That’s weird. I think I’d do something like Egghead, Tweety, Chirpy, Dodo, Goodfeather…”
“That’s stupid,” she laughs.
“Oh, please. Any more stupid that your ideas?”
“Yes, because yours are bird themed names.”
“Whatever. I stand by my choices.”
“And you thought Rebecca was bad,” she laughs.
“Stop it. You’re trying to make light of this bad date, but it’s not funny,” she laughs and I crack a grin. “It’s not! Seriously, what is with my luck?”
“I don’t know; it is quite interesting. I do know one thing.”
“What’s that?” I ask curiously as we walk inside and begin placing our personal belongings into our locker so we can start preparing for our afternoon patients.
“You can’t give up now. Things are just getting interesting.”
“No. No way. I’m done. I’m doomed. This is not for me.”
“Charlie-“
“No, don’t even try it,” I demand as we put our lab jackets back on. “I dated three. I promised you three. I’ve fulfilled my obligation. I need a break,” I explain as we walk over to the charging station where our radios are charging. We each take the radios with our names on them, turn them on, and put our ear pieces in.
“Okay,” she says and shrugs.
“Okay?” I look at her and squint because she never agrees to things this easily.
“Okay, fine…for now,” she says and laughs.
“I can’t-“
“With me? I know,” she says and we both laugh.
“Charlie, your new patient is ready for you when you are,” Tracie, a business team member communicates through the radio in my ear.
I press the button to respond, “Okay, thanks Tracie. Give me just a few more minutes to grab what I need.”
“Okay, no problem. Also,” her voice lowers, “he’s super cute.”
Kimberly and I giggle and she turns to me and wags her brows, “Oh, oh, oh, maybe we’ve got number four in the works right now.”
Before I can even justify that with a response, Tracie says, “Your patient is ready as well, Kimberly.”
“Is mine cute too?” She asks.
I laugh when Tracie says, “I mean sure… maybe he was like fifty years ago or so.”
