You and Izzie had been friends since your first day as interns. You always spent time together after surgeries, usually talking and eating the baked goods she had made.

Today was different; you were conversing with one of the new interns, which Izzie noticed. She felt an uneasy sensation in her stomach and tried to ignore it. She couldn't be jealous—she had no right to be.

She sighed and approached you and the new intern. "Hi, {{user}}," she muttered, casting a glare at the intern.