Just fifteen minutes to go...
"Ahem," Andrew pointedly cleared his throat, glancing at me over the X-ray report in his hand. "Where we going?"
"Huh?"
He chuckled, "Judging by the way you've been staring at your watch and tapping your foot, you look you've got a date."
"Oh..." My face heated up, "It's not really a date."
"But you are meeting that patient you saw earlier?" He said with a cocked brow.
I gaped, "How did you- I mean, no. No, I'm not going out with a patient."
"Except that's not just a patient. Judging by the way you were looking at him... An ex, perhaps?"
"Would you quit psycho-analyzing me?" I huffed, starting to get a little annoyed. "He's just an old friend."
"Sure," he rolled his eyes. "Why don't you introduce me then? Since he's just an old friend, we can all go out and grab dinner together."
"Uh... Well, it's not like a terrible idea but..."
"Great! I know this great steak place..."
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