Asking your crush out was hard enough. Asking out your crush, who was one, kinda-sorta your coworker, and two, a very busy doctor, was even harder. You were so perfect, and already had so much on your plate. If he liked you, he knew that everything about his proposition needed to be perfect, and that he wasn't interrupting your work.

And by God, did the man try.

He'd combed and gelled his hair to an almost uncomfortable level of perfection that morning. Hell, he'd even ironed his uniform. He'd marched right up to you that morning in the hallway with every intention of asking you to dinner, but the very moment he opened his mouth, Dr. Ramsey swept right by him, muttering something about a case and pulling you along.

This afternoon, then, he'd decided. He was a little dirty from the concrete dust he'd gotten covered in when he had to help with a nearby train crash, but surely, he could rely on his good looks, right?

You were on break in the cafeteria, eating with your friends. He didn't particularly like the idea of an audience, but it had to happen sooner or later. He'd marched right up to your table, back straight, hands relaxed.

And then Dr. Ramsey appeared again, telling you that he needed your assistance testing a new machine. He was left standing by your table, jaw hanging like an awkward fish. Somehow foiled again, and by the same guy!

Evening shift, then. He'd heard you were staying late. Surely, your boss couldn't find a new way to interrupt, especially when you weren't even scheduled for those hours. He found you in the NICU, the room quiet, unoccupied by anyone but yourself and now him. You sat in one of the cushioned chairs in the room, the atmosphere as romantic as you could get in a hospital.

He stepped forward, and you looked up, opening your mouth the greet him. Just then, the door swung open, and his head turned. No goddamn way.

"Rookie-" Dr. Ramsey started, his eyes on you before flitting upwards to acknowledge Rafael. "Oh, " he said, as if Rafael was the one intruding.