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Mason was quick to motion the woman to follow him as he began walking towards the attendings’ lounge. He bit down on his bottom lip rather nervously as he rubbed his hands together. He hadn’t even realized how sweaty has palms were, all of a sudden. On the fourth finger of his left hand was the mark that had been left behind by his gold wedding band that he had worn for a whole decade, which had only come off a few months ago. But the imprint on his finger was still there, burned onto his skin like the memories of his failed marriage. Maria, his ex-wife had been a part of his life for fifteen whole years now. And Erica, his little girl whom he had left behind in Santa Monica, he missed her a lot even though they got to Facetime each other every night before bed. Perhaps breaking up their family was the worst thing to come out of the divorce, but at least he was not completely estranged from his daughter. Mason snapped out of his thoughts as she spoke up, chuckling softly at her question before shaking his head. “Oh no, I… I mean, I can see why you might think that, considering that I sound like a southern boy when I open my mouth.” He noted, laughing softly before he licked his chapped lips. “I was actually born and raised in Santa Monica, California. I’ve lived there all my life until I moved down to Seattle a few months ago.”
Amber’s face began to shift to a slight red tint, and she hoped he didn’t notice. She felt like an idiot even more but tried to hide it the best that she could. She walked along side of him, looking down at the ground before speaking. “Oh wow. Is that near the beach? I always sorta wished I could move somewhere with a beach. Even if it were just a lake or something.” Amber’s hand came up to push some of her hair behind her ear, before she looked at him. “Did you like it there? I mean obviously you did if you lived there for so long...” Amber needed duct tape. Just a big piece right over her mouth so that she couldn’t embarrass herself anymore. How was it that she was so nervous to talk to him? She felt like a 14 year old girl again and it wasn’t really all too pleasant. She took a deep breath, trying to think of calm before she spoke again.
























