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He was wearing scrubs, just like you, but yours had paw prints on them and his didn’t. “Hi?” his mouth had quirked upwards at your confused response. He made himself comfortable as the gears of your mind turned, trying to figure out if you knew this guy and had been rude for the past three Tuesdays. He settled his elbows on the table before grabbing the menu from behind the napkin holder.
“What do you usually get here?” He’d asked, as though the two of you were old friends.
It’d shocked you enough that you sat up, spine touching the seatback for the first time since you’d sat down ten minutes ago, “Do we know each other?”
He’d glanced up from the menu, once again meeting your eyes, “No.” Back down to scan the menu, and then, in a softer voice, “But you have dried blood on your face,” your eyes widen at his words, “and I think it’s scaring a lot of the staff.”
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Or a slow burn between Dr. Jack Abbot and the reader, who works as a veterinary technician down the street from PTMC.