You barely get two bites into your meal before the chair across from you scrapes back.

Robby just sits, setting his thermos down on the desk like he’s been planning this for a while. There’s something off in the way he looks at you. He's trying a bit too hard to be casual and it's weird.

You expected him to ask about an awkward patient's state or what's next for them.

“So…” he starts, leaning back slightly, like he’s trying to play it cool and failing. “Who’s this Amy to you?”