every Tuesday it’s the same line. ‘i like you.’ the words always utter from chases mouth when he walks past you. you could be in the middle of goddamn surgery and he’d still say it. he’d been going on for about three months strong now. never missing a day. he even came in with the flu so he could say them god awful lovely words.

as you sat in your office, typing away. you hear a soft knock on the door. knowing the day you say it’s open and in comes the confident and cocky Dr chase. a smile on his face as he opens his mouth.

“it’s tuesday, i like you.” he smiles.