[c] didn't matter to me. I just wanted my coffee. Besides who decides to move to Washington. This #Brandon must be crazy. The girls [c]

[c] behind the counter talking about how dreamy #Brandon is and how his voice made...well geez, that is not what I want to hear in the [c]

[c] before I've had my coffee.] Look, can I just get my coffee and then you girls can go back to fantasizing about the boy-wonder? [I [c]

[c] their direction, my fingers tapping on the counter restlessly. They ignore me for a moment and I see one roll their eyes and mention [c]

[c] to the other how this #Brandon had cut his finger and needed stitches yesterday. My interest was peeked now because I remembered [c]

[c] wonderful scent I'd come across yesterday, in the room where the man who cut his finger needed stitches. Could this man and this [c]

[c] #Brandon be one in the same? And why did he smell so good. I let out a small growl like noise and look around to see if ANYONE else [c]

[c] could serve me but my coffee is set on the counter with my now cold sandwich, sometimes I wonder why I come in here, the way the [c]

[c] little girls behind the counter gossip but then I take a sip of my coffee and I remember. The best coffee I'll ever have. I can't [c]

[c] give it up. No way. But I was more interested in this #Brandon and I also hoped those girls got fired soon because they were idiots [c]

[c] to say the least. I pushed all thoughts of idiot girls, this #Brandon guy and everything else but work, aside and get in the mindset [c]

[c] to get to work.]

[Again and again. Work and more work. Patients, screaming parents, and some moronic idiots. I was exhausted and I really wanted to [c]

[c] crawl in bed and sleep but that wasn't in the cards for me. Even once I got finished at the hospital I had pack duties to keep up [c]

[c] with. It was never ending. I wondered how some of the others found time to be with their imprints, I nearly gag at the words because [c]

[c] I abhor it so deeply, but it was true. There was never enough time in the day. Never time to rest, never time to sleep. Letting out [c]

[c] a yawn, I came to a stop in the hallway of the hospital. That scent. It was back again. He was here. I assumed the scent came from [c]

[c] a man. Possibly that man from... no, I didn't believe in coincidence and I refused to think about that 'dream' #BrandonMallory [c]

[c] that the girls in the cafe were talking about. I scribbled on the chart my orders and tried to ignore the wondrous scent that had [c]

[c] engulfed not only my senses but something I thought had been frozen and broken long ago, my heart.]