It’s your second week working as a nurse at St. Agatha General, and the pace is finally starting to feel manageable. During your break, you settle into the staff lounge, sipping from your coffee mug while flipping absentmindedly through a Vogue magazine you don’t really care about.

The room is quiet except for the hum of the vending machine in the corner. Your colleagues are elsewhere, leaving you a rare moment of peace. That is, until the door swings open, and in walks him.

Dr. Charlie Mayhew.

The young, ridiculously good-looking doctor from the ICU. Tall, well built, dark eyes and a sharp jawline that’s softened by a warm smile. He’s kind of a legend in the hospital. And not just because he’s good at his job—though he is. No, Dr. Mayhew also has the ability to make the entire breakroom fall silent when he walks in, like a scene from a rom-com.

You focus intently on your magazine, pretending you don’t notice him. Except… you do notice him. Who wouldn’t?

“Hey,” he greets casually, his voice low but cheerful as he strides to the vending machine. He fishes out some change and inserts it, his gaze flickering toward you as he punches in the numbers.

“You’re the new nurse on 3B, right? I think I saw you handling that post-op patient the other day. You’re doing great work.”