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Noelle didn't realize she forgot her overnight bag at Robby's until about week after he left. It was just a few extra mini toiletries and clothes she never usually wore, so it's not like she really needs it. Still, the bag is nice to have around for day trips or weekends away, so she'll probably need it sometime in the next 3 months.
Or, however long Robby makes it, she tells herself wryly.
Unsurprisingly, Michael is not answering her texts, but thankfully she kept the text with his door lock code. When she punches it into the keypad and the door unlatches, she smiles. If he'd latched the deadbolt before he left, she's not sure what she would've done.
Her hand reaches for the handle and then stops.
It sounds like there's... music? Coming from inside?
Carefully, she cracks open the door, and the heavy, thumping bass and brass instrumentations grows louder. Then, out from the kitchen doorway, comes the dancing, half-dressed figure of—
"Dr. Whitaker?"
"HOLY SHIT!"
Noelle chuckles and averts her eyes as Dr. Whitaker snatches a nearby coat off the wall rack and attempts to cover himself.
"Nurse Hastings! I am– so sorry." The panicked intern clumsily tries to hold the coat to himself while holding out his other hand to keep her away. "I didn't know– uh. I mean. Dr. Robby didn't say–"
Dr. Robby.
Noelle's smile grows more amused as she looks him over. "No, he certainly did not."
"Wha– oh." Dr. Whitaker's face falls. "Oh, no, no. It's not–"
Noelle holds up her hands, then reaches down to grab her bag from next to the door. Robby must have put it there before he left.
Out with the old, in with the new, she thinks wryly.
"No need to explain, Dr. Whitaker." Her smile pulls tightly as she gives him a knowing nod. "I see we both have–" she searches for a word "–complex taste."
"Wha– oh, no, really. It's–"
Noelle holds up a hand again, then mimes zipping her lips. "My lips are sealed. If, uh–" she holds up her bag "–yours are too?"
"Uh..." Dr. Whitaker gapes at her for a moment, looking like he wants to continue denying what's clearly happening here, then finally nods. "Right. O-of course." He awkwardly mimes zipping his lips too.
"Great." She smiles, then turns to go. "I'll see you Monday, Dr. Whitaker."
"Ah, yep! Mhm." Dr. Whitaker nods awkwardly again, then calls after her as she closes the door. "S-see you Monday!"