Page 55 of Doctor Neighbor

The history between us, the newness of whatever this is, Maddie... It's a lot to consider.

"We don't get dinner guests often," I say, breaking the silence. "It was nice having you here."

Buster turns to me, his eyes soft. "I'd love to do it again sometime. Maybe I can cook for you two. I can’t promise it will be palatable, but I can promise dessert. That’s the most important part of the meal.”

“Whoops. I didn’t even think of dessert. I’m sorry I didn’t have some fresh tiramisu for you.”

“I’m just trying to deflect my bad cooking. I mean, dessert is the most important part of the meal, but this is better than dessert, sitting out here with you. So, a mediocre meal, a not-so-peaceful balcony to enjoy together after the meal, and dessert—what do you say?”

My heart races at his words, and I have to remind myself to breathe. "I'd like that," I say, careful to keep my voice steady. “I can deal with mediocre food and sub-standard outdoor space for premium company.”

“Deal.”

I’m cooked.

I lean forward, curiosity getting the better of me. "You know, I have to see this terrible balcony you keep whining about."

Buster chuckles, shaking his head. "It's not terrible, per se. Just... underwhelming compared to this oasis."

"Well, now I definitely need to see it," I tease. "How about a tour of your place?"

He raises an eyebrow, surprised. "Now? What about Madeline?"

I nod, feeling a little bold. "Why not? Maddie's sound asleep, and I'll bring the monitor. It's just across the hall, remember?"

Buster hesitates for a moment, then grins. "Alright, you're on. Let's go see my humble abode."

I grab the baby monitor and follow him out. As we step into the hallway, I double-check that I have my key before closing the door. I hear the soft click of my door locking as it slides into place.

A little thrill runs through me as we cross to his apartment.

Buster unlocks his door and gestures for me to enter first. "Welcome to Casa del Buster," he says with a playful flourish. "Please excuse the boxes and dirty boxers. I didn't know I would be giving the grand tour tonight."

I step inside, taking in the space. It's neat and minimalist, with a few unpacked boxes still scattered around, but nothing horrifying, especially for a single dude.

"So this is where the magic happens," I tease.

He laughs, leading me through the living room. "If by magic you mean microwaved dinners and late-night charting, then yes, this place is like Hogwarts."

We make our way through the apartment, Buster pointing out various features. It's all very lovely, but I can't help noticing how impersonal it feels. There are no photos, no real decorations. It's like he hasn't fully moved in yet.

And then I remember it hasn't even been two weeks.

Finally, we reach the balcony. He slides open the glass door and ushers me out. "And here it is, the underwhelming outdoor space."

I step out, immediately seeing what he means. It's smaller than mine, with a less impressive view. Unless, of course, you're into blacktop parking lots.

But it's not bad at all. "Oh, come on," I say, turning to him. "This is perfectly nice. There is no green space in front of you, but think of the people-watching that you can do from here. I could sit out here all night watching people come and go."

"Good point. I like how you see the good in all things. Sounds like I just needed your perspective. If I could only magically grow a green thumb like yours, a few potted plants might transform it into the perfect lair for spying on my neighbors.”

I raise my eyebrows at him.

Something catches my eye as we make our way back through Buster’s apartment. I pause, drawn to a plaque sitting on the counter.

"What's this?" I ask, leaning in to read it.

Buster glances over. "Oh, that. Just a little recognition from the hospital. No big deal.”

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