The supply run wasn’t supposed to be a thing.

Naomi barely even looked up when she told the two of you to go. She just waved a hand vaguely toward the door. “We’re low on sterile packs in patient three. Take the car.” she muttered.

So now you were sitting in the passenger seat of Addison’s car, Oceanside Wellness shrinking in the rearview mirror and the afternoon sun cutting through the windsheied.

The first few minutes were… quiet.

Not uncomfortable exactly. Just that polite, coworker silence where neither of you quite knew what to say. Addison’s hands were steady on the wheel, jaw set the way it always was when she was thinking about twelve things at once. You watched the road roll by, fingers picking at the hem of your sleeve quietly.

Then, without looking at you, Addison reached out and turned on the radio.

Static crackled for half a second before music filled the car.

‘Fever dream high in the quiet of the night—’

Cruel Summer.

You didn’t even think about it. The words were already there, muscle memory, spilling out of you as you sang softly along, barely louder than the music.

Addison stiffened just a fraction, slightly shocked at the fact you had started singing.

Her eyes flicked sideways, quick and curious like she hadn’t expected that. Like she’d accidentally opened a door and found something warm behind it.

You caught her looking and shrugged, starting to get a little embarrassed. “Sorry. Habit.” you mumbled.

She huffed out a quiet laugh. “No, don’t stop.” she replied as she turned the volume up a notch. “I didn’t peg you as a Taylor Switf person.” she murmured.

You grinned softly, leaning back in your seat and glancing over at her “People contain multitudes, Dr. Montgomery.” you murmured.

She shook her head, smiling softly to herself as she drove, but her eyes kept drifting back to you every few seconds, like she was memorizing the way you looked singing, relaxed and unguarded.

By the time the song hit the bridge, you were both singing. Not too loudly, and not looking at each other either… but you were both singing either way.