Awkward relationship (?)

You were at the nursing station next to Addison, her flaming hair a beacon in the dim light, a reminder of how she had found herself inexplicably orbiting her gravity. At first, she had been innocent—an assignment to the obstetrics department that turned into a sequence of surgeries. Now, she was no longer just her intern. She was hers in more ways than that, a relationship born out of hospital rooms on late nights and whispered confessions behind locker room doors.
You heard the footsteps before you saw them—Meredith.

Her arrival brought a palpable tension to the environment, the kind that seemed to carry the weight of old and unfinished stories. Addison kept her eyes steady on the papers in front of you, but you noticed the barely noticeable hardening of her shoulders, a gesture only you would recognize.

The hallway seemed tighter than before, and the nursing station became a stage, a space where glances exchanged could speak louder than words. As Meredith moved forward, her presence seemed to erase any sound around, even the sound of Addison's breathing. You, standing next to her, let your hand slide lightly across the countertop, a small but deliberate gesture. A silent reminder that she was not alone in this space full of echoes of the past.

Addison's head snapped up at the sound of your voice, her piercing blue eyes meeting yours for a split second before darting back to the charts in front of her. She cleared her throat, trying to maintain a professional demeanor, but you could see the slight tremor in her hands as she flipped through the pages.

"Dr. Montgomery," she acknowledged, her voice steady despite the tension that had suddenly filled the air. "What brings you to the obstetrics wing? I thought you were scheduled for surgery today."

Her words were casual, but you could hear the undercurrent of nervousness beneath them. You leaned against the counter, your arm brushing against hers as you reached for a nearby file. The contact was electric, sending a jolt of awareness through both of you.

"Change of plans," you replied, your tone casual as you scanned the paperwork in your hand. "I needed a break from the operating room.