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

Well good luck with your new job, Scott. Sam smiled softly before taking the last swig of her own coffee before glancing at her watch yet again. She had to get going now of she would be late for her pre-ops. Samantha grabbed the last bit of her scone and scarfed it down before glancing back up at Scott's piercing blue eyes with her own soft green ones. Blue and green always seemed to go together quite well. Perhaps that was some kind of sign that she shouldn't ignore this connection they seemed to have to one another. So she smiled and rummaged through her pocket until she found a pen and old, crumpled gum wrapper. How about this, Scott. I'm going to give you my number and maybe we can actually meet up a Rudy's next time rather than just running into one another by chance. Or you can just send me pictures of the weird mole on your back that you think might be cancer. Whatever you want, really. She offered, smiling gently at the handsome young mae. Without hesitation she scribbled her name and number onto the wrapper and slid it across the table under fingertip towards Scott the stranger made acquaintance. But for now... I gotta go. Have a great day, Mr. Mahler. She cooed cheerily before she disappeared out the door of the coffeeshop, walking at a brisk pace. Sam usually didn't give out her number to good looking guys at Starbucks. In fact, she didn't give out her number to guys at all. Afterall she was married. Sam was unhappy in her marriage but aside from a few drunken, raunchy dances at Rudy's she had never gone against her vows. She was a good girl and she tried to be a good wife, but she just wanted so much more out of her life. She was young and at least somewhat good looking. Samantha deserved a better life than this. The rest of the day was a wash. There were no huge traumas on Sammy's shift, so she spent the day doing minor surgeries mass removals, appendectomies, and minor internal bleeding repairs as a result of minor blunt force trauma. It was a relatively easy day for the young doctor, and she got to go home after a short 13 hour shift at the hospital. Tonight she didn't feel like going out. She felt like staying in bed in an oversized t-shirt and her thong, rolling around in bed and watching Netflix while her husband ignored her in the other room. It was thursday. She had the next three days 'off', so she was allowed to stay up past 8PM without any consequences. So she did... binging real crime documentaries until she fell asleep drooling on her pillow. Sam spent the entire weekend just like that, forgetting she had even given out her number and keeping her phone off almost the entire time. If Scott had texted her she hadn't seen it thanks to her own bliss of being detached from the word for three days. Monday morning came just as quickly as it always did. Samantha got up, got dressed, and drove to the hospital separately from Jessi even though they had to be there at the same time. True love. When she got there she picked up some case folders and ducked behind one of the nurses stations in the ER to read through her potential work for the day. She called it potential because there was a very real possibility that a car accident or gunshot wound would roll into her ER and require her full attention. However, there was something new on today's agenda. All of the docs were to clear their 9AM to 930AM time block to meet with the new head of Human Resources. Sam groaned. I guess no coffee for me today. She muttered to herself. She couldn't care less about the HR team.