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Brendon was distracted today.
More specifically he was distracted by you.
His not so subtle crush.
Sadly, you weren’t available, if the engagement ring not from him unfortunately you were wearing wasn’t a dead giveaway.
But today you’re not yourself.
Your usually smiley face is in a frown and he could’ve sworn he saw you wipe your eyes a few times.
If you were his he’d make sure to hold you close and wipe your tears for you.
But all he can do is watch from a distance and hope you’re okay.
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Brendon makes his way through the pitt towards Dana to ask her some charting questions when a conversation catches his attention.
“Yeah, she told me and Samira that he not only was a cheating bastard but that he also called off the engagement and blamed her for it.”
Brendon peers around the corner where he sees Trinity who is filling Dennis in on your recent life events.
“Damn” Dennis says with his eyes wide “He fumbles one of the hottest nurses and then makes her the problem? Yeah, definitely a bastard.”
Trinity nods her head rapidly “I feel so bad. She’s the sweetest person and deserves the man of her dreams which clearly wasn’t that fucking dickhead.”
Brendon moves back behind the hallway corner now armed with this new information. He definitely has a chance now.
He goes to walk away when he accidentally bumps into you.
“Shit! Sorry Brendon” you apologize as you use his arm to steady yourself.
His hand had instinctively gone to your waist to help keep you upright.
“No worries but be careful, I would hate to see you break something and end up in my O.R.” he chuckles as his hand slips from your side.
You playfully roll your eyes “Oh Brendon, I think I’d be your most entertaining client if that did hap–”
Brendon gives you his full attention as he takes in every word you say, no matter how simple.
As he’s listening, the movement of your hand on his bicep catches his attention.
Your engagement ring.
It's gone.
Seems like Santos and Whitaker were right.
If that was the case, he’d have to make his move soon enough before someone comes along and gets your attention first.
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It’s been a month since Brendon saw you without an engagement ring. In that time he had mulled over ideas of how he could ask you out.
He had waited a month to give you time to process things and hopefully be willing to open up your heart again.
He’s leaning on the desk counter lost in thought about you, just writing on a sticky note when a hand lands close on the counter.
The action startles him slightly and he quickly covers the note as he looks up and his eyes meet yours.
“Hey Bren!” you greet him with a smile “Whatcha up to?”
He can feel his face blush a little hoping you didn’t see the note.
“Hey sweetheart, just enjoying some downtime before the next string of consults.”
Sweetheart? Shit.
He didn’t even mean to use that term of endearment. It had just slipped out.
It obviously doesn’t bother you, if anything your smile grows a little bigger.
He keeps talking to avoid the slip up which he meant for sure.
“How bout you? Anything new with you?”
You pull your phone out as you lean your arms across from him.
“Nothing much. I did recently decide to jump back into the dating scene.
Brendon’s heart skips a beat.
No. No, you can’t.
He hasn’t even attempted to ask you out yet.
“Trinity and Samira suggested Tinder or Hinge. I’m not so sure though, it’s pretty intimidating. Who even wants the girl who couldn’t keep her fiancee happy, right?”
You try to joke and make light of the events from last month.
It breaks his heart to hear you think of yourself that way.
Luckily, the chance to express his feelings has presented itself and he can’t wait another minute if he doesn’t want to lose you to a dating app.
“Well, let’s think of it this way” he says
“You could make an account and meet a bunch of useless guys or…” he takes your phone and lays it face down to get your full attention
“You could give a real good guy a chance. Maybe one who’s a pretty good ortho surgeon. One that really fucking likes you. But what do I know, I just feel you should have some choices.”
Your jaw drops slightly at his words.
Was the Brendon Park confessing his feelings for you?
One of the hottest guys ever, wanted you?
You lean forward a bit with a playful smirk “Okay sooo, if I gave this alleged ortho guy a chance, where do you think he'd take me on our first date?”
Brendon steps a bit closer to you “I think he'd prefer to keep that a surprise but for your peace of mind I think he’d take you to coffee and would enjoy hearing you talk about any and every thing, he'd love that actually. Maybe take a stroll through downtown Pittsburgh for a bit. Followed by lunch at a surprise location. Then he’d take you home and hope he’d get lucky with a second date. Maybe a kiss too? If not then that's okay, he’s very patient and would hate to mess everything up.”
You stare at him, completely smitten with a damn near permanent smile.
“I don't think he could mess things up even if he tried. The date sounds phenomenal too. Seems like a real gentleman. Hopeless romantic too.”
Brendon leans closer to you, his elbows on the counter “Only for you sweetheart.”
You bite your lip as your face heats up.
“Flattery will get you everywhere Park.”
He steps closer and hesitantly grabs one of your hands.
“Good thing the only place I want to be is with you.”
You cover your face with your other hand trying to hide the giddiness you feel.
“So, what do you say, gorgeous?” he asks “Give an old man a chance?”
You playfully push his chest as you laugh.
“You’re hardly old Bendon but yes, I’d love to go out with you.”
He gently squeezes your hand “Meet me out front after your shift and I’ll walk you out.”
“I’ll be there Park.” you wave as he walks backwards towards the elevators.
“Better be!” he yells as he disappears around the corner.
You smile to yourself as you go to walk away but something catches your eye.
It’s a post-it note.
‘ He must’ve forgotten it ’ you think
Picking it up, you turn it over and pause at the words.
Your name is written at the top with some doodles and below, it reads:
‘You’re so damn pretty’
You hold it against your chest and the smile never leaves your face.
Oh Brendon… I have a feeling you’re going to be a good one.