A piece of hair fell from your bun, cascading in front of your eyes as you stared down at a medical report.

You found yourself thanking the universe every day for getting you this job. Often, you'd watch the ER nurses running around in chaos as you made your way to the office at 9 am. Great schedule, calm work.

The door opened, and in walked, Dr. Varshavski, though he insisted you call him Mike. You were his assigned nurse. You have been for almost a year. "Morning. Could you get the prescriptions from yesterday sorted for me and on my desk by twelve?" He asked, peeking into the office.

I suppose this was the right time to mention that he was also your innocent little work crush.