"What's going on?" I asked.
"Ambulance on its way. A labor," she replied.
"Oh, good luck then," I said with a smile.
"Thank you," she smiled as well, but it didn't reach her eyes.
"When's your next break?" I asked.
"Harold," she stopped walking, "Pretend like my attempt to kiss you didn't happen. Okay?"
"What kiss?" I raised a brow.
She smiled more genuinely this time. "Thank you." She continued walking, and I didn't follow her.
"Sounds like it was just an attempt," a familiar voice said behind me.
I turned, and Adam and Catherine walked past me.
"Keep it that way," he warned.
I clenched my fists in frustration.
The bastard was treating me like a background character in the story who would only get one chapter for himself.
***
I didn't have anything to do that evening, so I headed to the local bar.
I had only ordered a glass of whiskey when I felt that someone was watching me. I turned and noticed a woman at the end of the counter.
She wore a gown that split at the side, revealing her thigh.
I knew her.
She knew me as well.
She stood up and walked towards me, sitting right next to me.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Harold," I replied.
"Amanda Williams," she introduced herself as she stretched her hand towards me. I accepted her hand and shook it, suspicious of her intentions to approach me.
"You work at Adam Hunt's hospital, don't you?" She asked.
"Yes, I do," I replied, "Is there a problem?"
"Do you like Adam?" She asked.
"No," I frowned as I looked away and focused on my glass, "I can't stand him."
"Why?"
"He took someone I wanted, and he hurt her," I replied. I honestly didn’t know why I was telling her all this. Maybe I just needed someone to vent to and she had turned up.
"I'm assuming it's the girl who stole him from me," she said.