Page 109 of One Night

I smile at him. "Emily kept asking about you. She said she knew I had a boyfriend because I kept smiling. She calls you Prince Charming."

He chuckles. "I don't know if I'm that charming but I'll take the title. What did you tell her about me?"

"That you write me letters. She thought I meant that you write out the alphabet for me, like practicing your letters. She didn't know about the other type of letter so I had to explain it. Then she wanted to know what I wrote. She suggested I tell you you're cute and that I love you." I laugh, but am a little nervous I mentioned the love part.

"You should take her suggestion and write that in your next letter."

"I think I've already told you you're cute."

"I don't think you have. And even if you did, I'd like it in writing."

"Okay," I say, not addressing the love part of the letter. I don't think either one of us is ready to discuss that.

Nosy Mary walks up to our desks. "Donna is sick today so she asked me to supervise you two." She says it like she's our babysitter.

"I think we're good." Dylan gives her a big, wide smile. "Donna gave us enough work to keep us busy for the next few days."

"What are you working on?" she asks in a tone that says she's testing him to see if he's lying.

"We have to check in with everyone who's working on the event, including the in-house departments, like janitorial and foodservice. Would you like to see the spreadsheet of the people we need to contact?"

"No." She lifts her nose up in the air. "Just don't be causing any trouble."

Trouble? We're not kids. We're not going to cause trouble. Does she know about us sneaking around? Maybe she does. Maybe that's why she's acting so odd. But even so, why does she care?

"We'll be on our best behavior," Dylan replies, giving her another smile.

She walks back to her desk.

Later, we go down to the cafeteria to talk to the catering manager who's doing the desserts for the event.

When we're done and walking back, Dylan says, "Do you think Mary's following us? Or maybe she has cameras watching us."

I laugh. "I wouldn't put it past her. The woman is nuts. I don't know why she cares what we do. We're interns. It's not like we'll be working here forever. In a few months, she'll never have to see us again."

We're approaching the children's wing and I spot Liza by the nurses' desk. Since meeting for coffee, we've been talking on the phone and making plans for a girls' night with Ivy, her sister, and Kira. I didn't know Liza was working today. She usually works nights.

"Let's go say hi to Liza," I say to Dylan.

"You sure? I don't think Mary would approve of that," he says in a kidding tone.

"All the more reason to do it."

His hand brushes mine as we walk. "Listen to you, you little rebel."

"I'm just tired of her being so nosy. She needs to mind her own business."

I stop walking when I see a guy walk up to Liza. From his lab coat and stethoscope, I'm assuming he's one of the doctors. But he's young, probably just finished his residency. He's smiling at Liza, like really smiling, as if he's not asking her a work-related question.

"Wait," I say, holding back Dylan. "I think that guy's asking her out."

"The doctor?"

"Yeah. See how he's smiling and angling his body toward her? He's definitely asking her out."

"I think he's just talking to her."

"No, it's more than that. I can tell."

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