Ontario
Burlington doctor my little town of Spruce
Age 22
The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air just as the percolator indicated the last few drops had hit the pot. I groaned and pushed away from my cluttered desk as I shoved my glasses on top of my thick mass of dark hair. Two or three pots of coffee wouldnt be enough to revive my tired eyes.
Id spent most of the early morning hours working on my application to become Dr. Holts new medical research assistant. After waiting years for the opportunity, Id expected to get more than just my name on the paper, but my mind had drawn blank after blank while I tried to think of the exact words to land me the job I wanted. Tried. Tried again. Failed. Time for a break. I headed toward the kitchen to pour myself a hot cup of coffee. Cardamom and cinnamon. Delicious and, oh, so necessary.
Behind me, the front door opened, and I cursed under my breath. It had to be Bill, my very soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. So much for leaving for work without seeing him. Id waited up half the night to tell him it was over between us and to get out. I wanted more out of life than to be his convenient place to stay, his booty call when he had business in my little town of Spruce.
You look bad. Bill sauntered into the kitchen, raised his eyebrows, and flicked his head toward the coffee as if he expected me to pour him a cup. I didnt. He could damn well pour his own. If I got it, it would end up in his face. And that would burn him. And that meant paperwork.So, I refrained. Well, you look like an jerk, I muttered under my breath.
Id spent most of the early morning hours working on my application to become Dr. Holts new medical research assistant. After waiting years for the opportunity, Id expected to get more than just my name on the paper, but my mind had drawn blank after blank while I tried to think of the exact words to land me the job I wanted. Tried. Tried again. Failed. Time for a break. I headed toward the kitchen to pour myself a hot cup of coffee. Cardamom and cinnamon. Delicious and, oh, so necessary.
Behind me, the front door opened, and I cursed under my breath. It had to be Bill, my very soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. So much for leaving for work without seeing him. Id waited up half the night to tell him it was over between us and to get out. I wanted more out of life than to be his convenient place to stay, his booty call when he had business in my little town of Spruce.
You look bad. Bill sauntered into the kitchen, raised his eyebrows, and flicked his head toward the coffee as if he expected me to pour him a cup. I didnt. He could damn well pour his own. If I got it, it would end up in his face. And that would burn him. And that meant paperwork.So, I refrained. Well, you look like an jerk, I muttered under my breath.
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