Page 110 of One Night

"So we're not going to go say hi?"

"Just wait a minute."

Liza nods and says something to the guy, then he walks away.

"Okay, let's go." I grab Dylan's sleeve and we walk up to Liza.

"Hey, guys," she says. "What are you doing here?"

"We're on our way back to the office. We were at the cafeteria for a meeting. So um..." I glance around to make sure he's gone. "Who's the guy?"

"Andrew. He goes by Drew. I mean, Dr. Hamilton."

"Did he ask you out?"

"Yeah. For dinner tonight."

"I told you," I say to Dylan. He just shrugs. I turn back to Liza. "Did he just start here? I've never seen him."

"Yeah, he's new. We went out last night. Tonight will be our second date."

"So you like him?"

"Yeah, but I'm a little worried about dating someone at work. I always said I wouldn't do that."

"What department does he work in?"

"Internal medicine, in the clinic on the other wing of the hospital."

"He's really hot."

"Hey!" Dylan pokes my arm.

"I'm just making a comment." I lean over to him and lower my voice. "You're way hotter."

Liza laughs. "Guys, I gotta go but it was good seeing you."

"Yeah, bye."

Dylan and I head back to the elevators. There's a long line of people waiting to get on, including some in wheelchairs.

"Let's take the stairs," he says.

I follow him into the empty stairwell and as soon as the door closes behind us, he grabs me around the waist and kisses me. I get that rush of adrenaline I get every time he does something like this when we're at work.

"Dylan stop," I say. "We'll get caught."

"I can't help it. I haven't kissed you since yesterday."

I kiss him back, losing any resolve I had to not do this. But then the door opens from the floor above and we break apart. From her clomping shoes, I know it's Mary. She always wears these black loafers that don't fit her feet right and make a lot of noise.

Dylan must also recognize her shoes because he loudly says, "We should ask Mary. She really knows what she's doing. We could learn a lot from her."

As we walk up the stairs, I try to hold in my laughter at his little show. We run right into Mary, who eyes us, suspiciously.

"Mary, we were just talking about you," Dylan says. "If you have some time, we'd like your input on the radio ads. We're working on those later this week."

"Certainly." She smiles at him. His compliments won her over. "I'll be back to the office in a few minutes."

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