The clock was approaching seven, and it was nearing time for you to go home. Your feat heavy, you trudge your way to the atrium, running your fingers through tousled hair. You intended to go sit in the doctor's lounge, maybe the on-call room, until your pager buzzed again. Ethan.

What could he possibly be doing right before your shifts end? He usually left whatever the matter was until morning. Still, it wasn't like you could just blow this off; knowing him, it had to be important, so you begrudgingly made your way to the entrance, where, oddly enough, he'd told you to come.

You were surprised to see your roommates and a couple of the other hospital staff standing by the doors, all waiting with nervous feet, some with big smiles. You opened your mouth to ask Ines what the fuss was about, but she just shook her head, smiling as she told you to go outside.

You do, and the sight you're met with is simple, but thrilling, no less.

Ethan stood there, in a... tuxedo? For whatever reason, he still looked really, really nice. For the first time in months, he seemed on-edge, nervous. One hand was in the pocket of his pants, the other twitching idly at his side. He nodded, offering a smooth but anxious smile, gesturing for you to come closer.