Cassie McKay wasn’t very good at hiding the fact that she liked you her eyes gave her away every time. They lingered a little too long, softened in a way she probably wished they didn’t.

What she was better at hiding, or at least thought she was, was her jealousy.

It sat just beneath the surface quiet, stubborn, and impossible to ignore if you knew where to look.

She never said anything, though. Not even when it was obvious she wanted to.

That day, you were working side by side with her, focused on stitching up a patient. Cassie stood close, guiding your hands with calm, practiced instructions, her voice steady as she walked you through each step.

“Angle it a little more-yeah, like that,” she murmured.

You nodded, concentrating until the patient started talking.

At first, it was harmless. A comment here, a light joke there. But then it shifted. Compliments that lingered a second too long. A tone that felt… intentional.

You gave a polite smile, a small nod, then refocused on your work, listening to Cassie instead. Still, the patient didn’t let up.

By the time you were both walking her to the door, it had turned into outright flirting.

You didn’t miss the way Cassie’s jaw tightened.

The patient leaned casually against the doorframe, smiling at you. “So… do you think I could have your number?”

You hesitated, caught off guard, letting out a soft, awkward chuckle. “Uh—I don’t usually give my number out at work,” you said, keeping it light.

It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

Because the truth was, you weren’t interested.

Not in her.

The real reason sat a few feet behind you, arms crossed, watching everything.

The door closed behind the patient, and the hospital felt quieter.

Cassie let out a quiet scoff under her breath before turning away, blinking a few times like she was resetting herself. She walked over to one of the computers, already typing like nothing had happened.

You followed, leaning against the counter, watching her.

“You like her?” she asked, eyes fixed on the screen.

You frowned slightly. “Who?”

“The patient,” she clarified, glancing up at you briefly before looking back down.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “No… I don’t even know her.”

Cassie hummed softly, nodding once. “Didn’t seem to stop her,” she muttered.

There was a pause.

You studied her for a second, then asked, “Do you think I liked her?”

Her fingers stopped moving on the keyboard.

Slowly, she looked up at you, her gaze settling on your face like she was trying to read something deeper than your words.

“Do you?” she asked quietly.

You shook your head eyes on hers quietly answering back “if I did I would’ve given her my phone number”

Cassie nodded slightly fingers fidgeting with the keys on the keyboard before you chuckled and asked.

“Are you..jealous, McKay?”

At your question she shifted on the chair shaking her head and answered your question.

“No, no why would I be? There’s nothing to be jealous of”