Eccedentesiast [s.r.]

𝙲𝚑. 𝟽 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝙰𝚙𝚝. #𝟸𝟹

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                                      ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ

                                          𝟶𝟿:𝟶𝟹

ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ:
ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛs 𝟷𝟺𝟺𝟻 ᴘ sᴛ ɴᴡ, ᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ, ᴅᴄ- ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ
sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ғʟᴏᴏʀ, ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ #𝟸𝟹

                                                                                        ʏᴏᴜ:
                                                                       ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ :)

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turning your phone off, you pass the surgical board heading to the residents lounge. you saw your mom's name on the board and you haven't seen her all day, not that you're complaining. she just probably got in on a lot of surgeries today.

walking into the lounge that seems to be filled with only mercy- westers, you change out of your scrubs into your day clothes that you wore to work. which consisted of a pair of plain black joggers, a black camisole, (which you kept on under your scrubs) a olive green quarter zip from the men's section, and your chesnut moccasins. for some reason you frequent the men's section quite often maybe it's because their stuff is cheaper, comfortable even? grabbing your black purse- well more like tote because of its gigantic size you leave the residents lounge.

walking out of the hospital and into the parking lot you venture to your car before getting in, putting on your seatbelt, and putting the keys in the ignition, letting your car heat up before typing spencer's address into your maps app. getting on the road you drive following the 15 minute route that you've been presented with.

                                              ☤

pulling up to the apartments and parking you couldn't help to feel nervous. why? you had no idea. getting out of your car and walking inside the building you take the stairs to the second floor finding apartment number 23.

"okay what the fuck is your problem." you whisper to yourself. "calm the fuck down."

after your little 'calm down session', you take your hair out of the tight ponytail it's been in all day and run your hands through it before knocking on the door.

a few seconds later the door opens to reveal spencer. he was wearing  a plain white t-shirt, grey sweatpants and mismatched socks.

"hi." he breathes, looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

"hi." you whisper back gazing into those lovely hazel irises of his. "are you going to invite me in?" you smile up at him, as he was caught up in looking at you.

"o-oh yeah right." spencer stutters, his cheeks flushing a shade of pink from embarrassment as he opens his door more and steps aside so you can come in.

stepping into his apartment you're met with a warm gush of air hitting your face immediately making you warm. the walls are a deep forest green color, with lots of bookshelves, paintings, and a couple of nice pattern rugs on the floor, which look expensive.

going to the bookshelf by the back windows, you run your fingers along the spines of the books.

"have you read all these?" you ask not taking your eyes of the beautifully worn out books.

"not all of them, but i'm getting there." spencer laughs.

"i like it." you say watching spencer's furrow his brows. "your apartment. It's nice." you explain smiling big.

"thank you. um.. i hope you're in the mood for chinese, because i kind of already ordered.." he smiled sheepishly at you.

"as long as you got fried rice and spring rolls." you joked.

"good thing i did." he lets out a fake sigh of relief knowing you were joking.

without even realizing it, the both of you found yourselves lost in each other again.

desperately trying to memorize each other's features.

three knocks sound at the door and you both break the intense gaze. he grabs his wallet and opens up the door, paying the delivery man before bringing the food to the coffee table in front of his tv and sitting down. you sitting along with him.

spencer sets everything out on the table and hands you box filled with rice while he sets the box of lo mein and spring rolls aside and heads to the kitchen to get silverware, but you grab chopsticks and start eating your rice.

spencer emerges from the kitchen and stops looking at you shocked.

"what?" you mumble slowly chewing the rice in your mouth.

"you-- you know who to use chopsticks?!" he says in disbelief.

now it was your turn to act shocked.

"you don't know how to use chopsticks?! i thought you were a genius." you smirk.

"it's like trying to forage for dinner with a pair of number two pencils!" he exclaims sitting down next to you.

"hey let me teach you." you say laughing.

he turns facing you sitting criss cross and you do the same. you grab the extra set of chopsticks off the table and remove wrapping paper before breaking them in half. taking one of the smooth sticks, and you grab his hand sending sparks between the two of you.

"here, so hold this like a pencil." you instruct.

"okay." he says fumbling with the stick a little.

"now, i'm no good at explaining things so this next part may be a little difficult." you say looking into his hazel eyes.

he laughs nodding his head, indicating for you to continue.

"so you are going to hold this stick with you thumb and pointer finger, and balance it on your middle finger." you try to explain, not making much sense.

surprisingly with your poor explaining he gets the formation right.

"like this?" he says unsure.

"exactly like that! now to move just move your middle and ring finger." you say excitedly.

he does the motion correctly and you smile at him.

"now if you're feeling brave enough, you can try to eat doing just that." you encouraged him.

both of you grabbed you corresponding boxes of food, and you ate your rice as you watch spencer attempt to eat with chopsticks. he was actually doing really well.

that is until he flung a noodle across the room.

you watched as he pouted a little. "hey look, if you want to practice you can try using non food items so that it doesn't make a mess. i used bottle caps to practice with when i was practicing." you tried to lighten his mood.

"yeah, i just might have to try that next time." he laughs getting over the fact he didn't know how to use chopsticks fairly easy.

"so, any suggestions?" spencer asks picking up a tv remote and pointing towards the tv directly across from the both of you.

"hmm.." you hummed pretending to think. "how about the great british bake off?" you ask.

"good choice." he smiles, turning on the liked show. "but, mind you i do get competitive when i watch these types of shows. don't say i didn't warn you.."

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