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They were in one of the back corridors of the hospital, absent of people save for the occasional orderly. Meredith sat on the edge of a recessed window sill, one leg pulled up to her chest, lukewarm coffee cup cradled in her hands. Next to her, Addison leaned casually back against the brick wall, fiddling with the lid of her own, long empty, coffee cup.
“So apparently,” Meredith rolled her eyes, “Burke was trying to woo Cristina back cause she’s pissed at him right now, so he wraps up a bottle of peach soju as a gift for her. You know, because he wants their relationship to be “peachy” and it’s Korean and…”
Addison cocked her head to the side, “He gave Yang a sweet, fruity drink?”
“Yeah,” Meredith grinned. “She looked at him like he’d asked her to chug a bottle of dish soap. Actually, she probably would’ve preferred drinking a bottle of dish soap.”
Addison sighed, amused. “That’s men for you.”
“Honestly,” Meredith nodded, draining the last of her coffee and setting it aside. “Even Derek used to always try to surprise we with those fancy, woodsy beers he likes as if I would ever want anything other than-”
“Tequila,” Addison finished easily, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
Meredith huffed a soft laugh, turning to Addison. “Yeah. Tequila.”
Addison’s cheeks pinked, her smirk slowly fading away. Something about the way Meredith was watching her—like she’d noticed the slip, like maybe it wasn’t a slip at all.
Addison quickly looked away, her voice pitching up slightly, “For the record, he does the same thing to me, only-”
“You’d rather have wine. Occasionally scotch.”
Addison’s head spun back around, breath catching and eyes locking onto Meredith’s. “Right,” she breathed.
They stayed like that, frozen staring at each other, until Addison’s pager jolted them out of the stillness.
As Addison straightened up from the wall, stretching her back, Meredith’s mouth formed a crooked smile, staring at Addison’s back as she asked, “Who even drinks peach soju, anyway?”
Addison, already a couple of steps down the hall, looked back over her shoulder as she walked, eyes twinkling as she raised her eyebrows. “Not you, obviously.”