Thread: Some R&R in HR (Arjayoh x Sketchyequine)

Samantha had been up since three thirty, at work since four o'clock this morning, and she was always allowed a break every morning between nine and ten in the morning. It was a lunch break of sorts. In a desperate attempt to get out of that damned hospital she would always leave and get coffee a block down the road at the starbuck. A mocha latte and a scone were enough to keep her moving through the motions without yelling at people in the ER all day long. She was a trauma doctor. Sam saw a lot of ugly things during her shifts, and the least she could do to keep her sanity was to change out of her scrubs for an hour and go get a damned cup of coffee. So she sat, legs crossed with her nose in a book and one hand wrapped around the paper cup and one foot bouncing in a fidgeting manner. Samantha wasn't good at staying still for very long. Perhaps that was she she had done so well in medical school. She had worked herself up to being a trauma surgeon much faster than anyone else in the program. To say the least, Sam was a workaholic and she never wandered far from the hospital. The bar, starbucks, and library she frequented were all within a mile radius of the hospital and her house. Their house. Samantha was married. Her husband was a cardiothoracic surgeon in the same hospital she worked at. The pair worked and lived together, you'd think they were absolutely inseparable a power couple. But they weren't. Sam and her husband, Jessi, were not what you would call happily married. They hadn't even touched each other in months let alone gone out anywhere together besides to and from work four days a week. Sam worked monday through thursday, four am to, suppossedly, four pm. However, she hardly ever got out of there in before six. Jessi and Sam didnt talk at work unless it was business related, and they sure as hell didnt talk at home. Happily ever after, right? Her unhappy marriage was why Sam took note of any of the good looking guys she saw in her day to day routine. But there was one in particular she seemed to see nine times out of ten every time she went out anywhere. She didnt recall ever talking to him, but she sure as hell enjoyed raking her eyes over him from time to time. This morning was no exception. He walked in almost on cue and hopped in line. Sam quirked an eyebrow, but she didn't raise her eyes. She could see him well enough out of her peripheral, but it was certainly a distraction from the subject matter of her book. He ordered a coffee, cheery as ever, then headed directly towards her. Oh shit. She thought. He must have caught me looking. She thought, trying not to look as panicked as she felt when he tapped his coffee down on her table. Sam slowly rose her green eyes up from the text on the page and made eye contact with the man. Her own attire waas simple a pair of black leggings and a button up, oversized flannel over her torso. It swallowed her hiding most of the evidence of her femininity save for the smallest bit of cleavage peeking out where she hadn't buttoned it up all the way. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail for work, but she hadn't bothered to redo it for the sake of getting a coffee. And what is it that makes you so lucky? She asked, painting a soft smile across her plump lips. The fact that I'm going to invite you to sit down or the fact you found me again? She asked, mostly teasing, though she was curious. She saw this man everywhere, but she didn't even have the faintest idea what his name was. Samantha. Samantha Evenson. But once you've talked to me at least three times I'll let you call me Sam. She gave him a wink. I think I saw you at Rudy's last night. Though, I dipped out around eleven. I cant stay out long past that if I still hope to get any work done the nest day. She laughed.