mads king

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eethanprice‌:

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief when she showed him her phone screen, uncracked and in-tact as ever, “Thank god, that would’ve been disastrous otherwise.” He would, of course, help to pay for the damage of his clumsiness, but now was glad on behalf of his wallet. He hope the question wasn’t too strange, but it was a strange sight, he’d seen people come on in all sorts of get-ups but a lab coat was the first, “Haven’t been sleeping well or work keeping you up?” he asked concern in his tone, he understood the no sleep feeling all too well. “Yeah, that sounds good! Twenty minutes, but I’ll see if I can leave in ten.”

Mads grinned at him. “Yeah,” she laughed. “I’m relieved, too.” At this point, after being sanitized, dropped, and lost so many times, she felt like her phone must be indestructible. “A bit of both, really. It’s been busy at the hospital, but also I think I’m just having trouble adjusting.” She swallowed. Why was she sharing all of this with him? Shaking her head, she forced a small smile. “But it’s okay, it’ll get easier,” she said. “I can wait, I’m gonna order another coffee or maybe a tea in the meantime.” 

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ben-brody‌:

Ben waggled his eyebrows at her question.  “Well…  I don’t know.  There are a few options and it’s all a mood thing.  Kinda depends what I’m looking for.  Lately, I usually go sit on the beach.  It’s a little calmer than the bar.  But this bar is a good one, for sure.” 

Which, it went without saying probably, was what he’d been looking for lately.  It was actually exactly what he was looking to break out of by coming out with her tonight. 

So he offered a little bit of a smile, just a curving of his lips really, and turned his full attention on her.  “What about you?  Is this your usual nightcap?  And yes, Jameson, please.” 

Mads grinned. “I haven’t really taken advantage of the beach yet. I feel like all I’ve been doing since I got here has been working.” 

“Not that I mind it,” she added. “I love my job, but it seems like maybe I’ve been missing out on nights like this.”

She turned to the bartender and ordered the drinks. Returning to him, she leaned against the bar as she spoke. “No, I’ve never been here before,” she replied, wondering how many first dates he might have taken here. 

Grabbing the drinks when the bartender returned with them, she handed him his glass. “To not propositioning your date in the uber,” she smirked, moving to clink her glass against his in cheers. 

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ben-brody‌:

Ben waited patiently while she got out of the car, unsure if she wanted or needed help.  It was one of those oddities of not really knowing someone, he decided.  He wasn’t completely sure what to do with his hands, but he muddled through as she emerged and checked to make sure she had everything.

“Yeah, absolutely,” he confirmed with a smile.  It was another thing that was different about a date, the semantics of who would pay.  He didn’t mind.  Though she held the door open for him, he found himself waiting until she fell in step with him to ask what he thought was an equitable question at the very least.  “If you’re buying the first round, am I buying dinner? Or snacks?” 

Madison grinned as they entered the bar. “Sure,” she said. “Whatever you want.” She always felt weird when someone else (usually the guy) paid for everything on a date, so wanted to be sure that she contributed as well, but she couldn’t tell if he was taken aback by her offer. He hadn’t even put himself on the dating app in the first place, so it seemed unfair to expect him to also pay for this unsolicited date. 

“Do you come here often?” she smirked, well-aware of the false suggestiveness of her statement. “Like is this your favorite bar?” Madison wondered where he spent his evenings. Maybe he and other cops came here after a long shift to unwind, or maybe he took all of his first dates here. She wasn’t sure if she should order or if he would. “You wanted Jameson, right?”

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booty call waiting || mads + jamie

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jamieatwater‌:

He brightened up as she re-entered the room, doing a little dance at her delivery announcement. He adjusted on the bed as she sat down then watched, with a small smirk, as she seemed to become a bit shy to him. He grabbed a slice and brought it up to take his first bite. Mouth full, he let out a bit of chuckle and swallowed before saying: “That’s probably a good thing.” He paused for a second. “Thanks for this by the way. So good,” he told her, motioning with the pizza slice. 

He sat back a bit relaxing into the bed, while still being careful not to spill any sauce on her duvet. “I wouldn’t say habit. But also, probably not the first time,” he admitted with another laugh, this time at how stupid he sounded. “Probably better than the habit of allowing strange men in your house,” he teased with a smirk. “You’d think a doctor would know better.” Was the logic solid? Maybe not 100%, but hopefully she knew what he was getting at. “At least you’ve got a roommate to protect you,” he mused, looking back over at the door. The roommate must’ve been sleeping. “How thin are these walls?” he asked, not meaning it to be as suggestive as it likely came off. 

Mads took a slice for herself, not having had eaten dinner after her shift. “Yeah, of course,” she smiled. “Gotta take care of my guests.” Maybe that was more suggestive than she’d meant it to sound. She took a few bites of her pizza and chewed, sitting farther back on the bed and crossing her legs beneath her. 

She laughed. “I had nothing better to do, honestly. You seemed fun, so I figured, why not?” At the comment about her roommate, she smirked, thinking about Alycia trying to come in and protect her from this man. “Yeah, I think she’ll be okay without trying to do that,” she laughed. Her eyebrows quirked up at his remark. “I mean- They’re thick enough.”

“Would you want to- like- watch a movie or something?” she asked, laying back on the bed to reach for her laptop. Mads looked at her new acquaintance from her spot reclining on her pillows. “How drunk even are you anymore?”

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madsposey‌:

There was an instant burn in her chest as she pursed her lips into a fine line, willing herself to not show just how much it hurt and how much the statement dug. Madeline had spent so long being entirely self-sufficient that the idea of someone telling her what she should and shouldn’t be doing - expert or not - gave her a sense of lack of control that she absolutely hated. 

“I suppose I can’t just tell you I’m fine, right?” Maddie whispered, avoiding her gaze for a moment before sucking in a sharp inhale so deep her lungs burned. She hated this; admitting her weaknesses, having to be vulnerable with someone if she was ever going to heal. The girl shrugged one shoulder after a moment, brows furrowed. “It’s.. probably at like a seven.” She murmured, avoiding the woman’s eyes. 

Madeline nodded with a soft sigh when she first mentioned the exam, though the rush of pink in the doctor’s cheeks and the flustered way she explained herself caught the brunette’s attention. For the first time in a while, a tiny coy smile found Madeline’s lips as she fought back the amusement building in her. “Now I really see the appeal of a house call.” Maddie teased, half wanting to get the woman even more flustered and half genuine in the way of her joke. The woman was gorgeous, she couldn’t help it. Madeline held her side as she walked, the pressure relieving some of the pain as she guided the blonde into the house and to a second bedroom she’d set up downstairs for night she wasn’t up for going to her own. 

“Should I – I mean, do you need my shirt off or anything? I’m fine with it.” Madeline arched a brow at her own question as she moved to sit on the plush bed slowly, swinging her legs up and lying back. At the very least, she pulled her shirt up a bit to sit rolled up beneath her chest to expose her stomach and where her lower ribs were. While she was still very much scratched and bruised up, the bruising where her broken rib sat was by far the worst, a dark purple hue tainting a good chunk of her exposed skin. “I swear I usually look better than this.” Maddie murmured playfully, laughing at herself for a moment before hissing at the pain she received in return. 

Watching her patient’s expression, she knew, with her years of experience in people lying about the level of pain they were in, that she was not doing well. She shook her head. “I can help you most effectively if you’re honest with me,” she said, smiling reassuringly. Not like I’m being with you, but I don’t know how to tell you you’ve been sexting your doctor for the last month. “Okay, a seven,” she mused, making a mental note of it. The girl was tough. Mads liked that. Not that it matters, she thought. 

Madison grinned as the woman’s face broke into the coy smile she had sometimes seen appearing in the borders of the photos she’d received from her. Her cheeks burned even pinker than before at Madeline’s joking. She stuttered a bit before deciding to stay silent instead, following the girl’s lead to a room on the first floor that decidedly was not the room she’d seen in the background of Stella’s portraits. Perhaps a guest room, repurposed now so that she didn’t need to climb the stairs. Mads wasn’t usually this easily flustered, and in normal circumstances – though nothing about this was normal – would’ve flirted right back at a pretty woman’s joke. Now, everything was unsure. She knew she had to tell Madison, but wasn’t sure when the right moment would be, or if there ever was one. 

“No, you should be able to keep it on,” she said, somewhat regretfully. She knew it would likely hurt even more for her to raise her arms up to take off the shirt. “If you’re okay with me moving it around or reaching under to examine you?” Mads sat on the edge of the bed, schooling her face into one of cool calm as she took in the purple-tinged skin. Taking off her sweatshirt, she placed it on the bed post and smoothed out the short-sleeve shirt she wore underneath. Time for work, Mads. She grabbed hand sanitizer out of her bag and squirted a bit of it onto her hands, rubbing them together to clean them but also warm them up a bit – she didn’t want them to be too cold when she went to touch Madeline. Running her fingers over the area, she traced each bone, careful not to press harder than necessary on the bruised areas. It was beginning to heal nicely, despite its outer appearance. 

Looking up, she brushed back a curtain of blonde hair and tucked it behind her ear. Edging up the bed, she sat next to Madeline’s head, her fingers brushing back the woman’s hair so she could get a better look at the gashes she had bandaged at the hospital, and wow. Being this close to her, in a bed that wasn’t a hospital bed, but still being unable to tell her who she was, was a lot. “Looks good,” she murmured, maybe talking about the wounds healing, maybe talking about the girl laying under her. 

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ben-brody·:

Ben shrugged.  “Hey, what can I say, she’s got good taste.”  Although, he had to admit, it crossed into a dimension of weird to consider actually having a conversation about all that with Pidge.  It just didn’t seem entirely big-brotherly, especially not if it ever included someone he would legit have sex with.  He could find his own women, thanks, without help or interference.  It seemed like a small courtesy, a small respect to his sister.  He was gonna stop thinking about that now. 

He couldn’t believe his mouth’s audacity, a false confidence he’d lacked for a good, long while shining through.  He didn’t entirely relax until she issued her own cheeky reply, and then he smiled.  “That sounds like a good time to do it, yeah.  Maybe we’ll have to get some whiskey together and see how the conversation goes, then.”  

He reached for the door handle on his side with one hand, and to retrieve his phone from his pocket with the other.  While he was completely inadequate at things like Tinder, he could navigate paying their driver through the app as he got out of the car.  “Definitely ready.” 

Madison’s face broke into a small smile on his compliment, but she looked down quickly to hide it, her hair falling a bit in her face. “That sounds good to me,” she laughed. She’d decided she liked it when he smiled, and was hoping to make it happen a lot more tonight. “Maybe we will.”

She waited for him to get out of the car and then stepped out herself, smoothing out her shirt as she did. Patting her pocket, she double-checked that she had her phone with her – she’d forgotten it in an uber when she went on residency interviews, and she was constantly scared of losing it again. 

“You got the uber, can I get the first round?” she asked as they walked towards the door. She opened the door for them, standing against it to hold it open as he walked through. “Let’s get that whiskey,” she smirked. 

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booty call waiting || mads + jamie

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jamieatwater·:

“It’s true, it would be a shame to waste that pizza,” he said, popping his shoulders up into a shrug. He gave a small smile as she prompted him to enter, and stayed quiet when she motioned to him. Though, like a child, as soon as he was told to be quiet, he immediately felt like laughing. Stifling his chuckle, he followed her through the apartment, looking around curiously as they went. “I wouldn’t dare,” he mused, giving her a mischievous smile.

He was about to ask about the “noise rule” when she answered the question herself. “Oh, a roommate. Very cute.” If someone else had said it, it may have come off as condescending but Jamie’s tone wasn’t judgemental. He was just responding, not sure what else to say. He’d never had to have a roommate before to help with rent so… And then she slipped out of the room, leaving Jamie alone in the pretty blonde’s room. Clapping his hands together lightly, he began to turn around, taking it in. It was nice, clean. He made his way over to the bed and sat down on the end of it to wait for her return. 

Mads smiled to herself at his stifled laughter. For a random guy she’d met over the phone, he was actually pretty cute. She walked to the door, paid the delivery person, and returned to the room, pizza in hand. “Delivery,” she grinned, sitting down next to him on the edge of the bed, pizza box balanced on her lap. 

She busied herself with opening the box, purposely avoiding his eyes. “I don’t usually do this,” she laughed, feeling a little awkward. Fiddling with her sweatshirt sleeves, she pulled them over her hands and crossed her arms. “Is this a habit of yours? Going to strange peoples’ houses after a night out?” she asked with a small grin.

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ben-brody·:

Her stuttering question made him laugh.  Had his phone not been firmly stowed in his pocket in the interest of being polite, he would’ve checked.  As it was, he had no idea how it all worked.  “I have no idea how it works to start the conversation,” he admitted, a little lighter as he chuckled it all.  “But I didn’t have to answer you, either, and I did.”  

Plus, it worked that she was at least vaguely familiar after he’d taken people into the ED for medical clearance.  

His chuckle blossomed into a legitimate laugh.  “Our driver probably appreciates that we’re not usually like that.” He maintained a schedule of glancing at her casually, trying to keep his eyes move just enough he wasn’t staring, but not so much he seemed twitchy.  He decided a joke might be the best idea to get a feel for how things would land.  “Just, y’know, for my information – when is a good time to proposition your date?” 

Despite the questionable start to their online connection, she actually was really enjoying the start of the their date. “Okay, I guess that makes me feel a little bit better about all this. At least your sister thinks I’m cute,” she grinned. 

She was glad that he’d answered her, especially knowing his unfamiliarity with tinder – hopefully that was a good sign. 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Mads joined him in laughing, meeting his eyes when he looked over at her. Her stomach tingled at his reply. “Maybe after some whiskey?” she replied cheekily. Though she wouldn’t mind staying in this car for longer with him.

The car pulled up to the bar, its lights shining through the car window. “I guess we’re here,” she grinned. “Ready?”

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alycia-acosta·:

What kind of swipe did you want it to be?

This was one of those moments Alycia should have really thought about the consequences of her actions. Sleeping with Madison could end badly. Very badly. Like no place to live badly. Aly was non-committal. She didn’t even stay for morning after cuddles. It wasn’t that she hated relationships or even commitment, but she was a busy woman. Back in Chicago she worked seventy plus hour weeks. A career climber, ruthless in the sacrifices she made to stand at the top. Lovers, friends, family time. But Catalina was a temporary situation. Madison knew that, right? In a weeks time Aly would be back on an airplane to her high-rise apartment in the windy city. On vacation – there were no rules…

Slender, caramel digits pulled at the belt of her kimono. The silk cover fell to the floor in a graceful cascade, revealing nothing more than a bathing suit and unblemished skin. Save a handful of dainty tattoos. “Sorry,” Her apology befell melodic laughter. “Did you want to undress me yourself, or..?”

Mads followed her movements as she shed her silk robe, her cheeks burning pink at this sudden change in their guest-host relationship. She was ... very pretty, though. She pushed her clear-framed glasses up on her face and took in the sight of her houseguest’s bare frame. “Um, no,” she smiled softly, still caught off guard. “This is perfect.”

Mads was not upset about how this was going, but was still a little disoriented. However, she wasn’t one to pass up the opportunity to have a beautiful woman in her bed. Taking the corned of the blanket, she flipped the covers back, revealing her underwear-clad body and bare legs. “Do you want to join?” she asked cheekily.

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ben-brody·:

Without intending any sort of elaboration, Ben shook his head.  “Nope.  Day off.”  That was all he wanted to say about that, honestly, because he had a lot more days off in his future, probably.  

It was fine, because he watched her stumble adorably through an entire evolution of explaining about her own schedule.  It was hard to suppress his smile, and he only kind of tried because he generally lacked a reserve of that kind of personal restraint anyway.  The unintentional closing of their personal distance was awkward without being painful and, really, the least annoying thing he could think of.  He had really lucked out here.   

“Maybe I should go look at what Pidge put on my Tinder,” he joked lightly.  “But… I guess now is where I admit I’m not a dating pro, especially not first dates.  I don’t have any expectations – or any limits, really.  So no pressure. Okay?  We can just have fun without worrying about saying the right thing or a comment being misconstrued, right?” 

Mads observed his curt response to her light-hearted question and filed that away in the back of her mind. Okay, she thought. No talking about his job. They didn’t know each other well enough for her to inquire further into the issue. 

Her cheeks burned and she watched him try to hide his smile. It was cute – he was cute. She grinned at him in relief. “Well, it was enough to make me swipe right on you–” she started, before realizing that if his sister had made his account maybe she had also swiped for him? “Wait, if you didn’t know you had the app – did your sister swipe right on me?” she asked, half joking and half nervous. Had she just absolutely ambushed this guy into a date? It totally seemed like she had. Way to go, Mads.

She felt their knees press together, jostled by the movement of the car, and she didn’t mind it. “I would say I am also not particularly gifted at first dates, either, as you’ve seen,” she admitted teasingly. “I don’t usually proposition my dates in the uber on the way to the bar.” Looking over at him from across the backseat, she shot him a genuine smile. “Yeah,” she grinned. “That sounds really good, actually. No pressure.”

[madsking]

I wish you'd take better care of yourself. You deserve it.

“I know, I know, I’m working on it.” 

[catalinamemes]

Confess something you’ve thought about me on anon.

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tinder messages 🔥 mads + jess

Jess: 911, I have an emergency! I could use someone to patch me up after matching with this drop-dead gorgeous girl.

Jess: Think you could help me with that?

Mads: omg hahaha i'm screaming

Mads: yeah, i think i probably could

Mads: i'd recommend a couple of drinks

Mads: doctor's orders ;)

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ben-brody·:

“I don’t,” Ben admitted, still in motion.  “Most of the time, it’s a miracle I remember to feed myself.  I haven’t really been totally ready to assume care of another living creature.” 

She didn’t let him open the door for her, which had moved to do, but he didn’t totally mind, either.  It wasn’t something he would get hung up on anyway.  He slid into the backseat beside her, having to angle a little to fit his long legs in the limited space.  Once the drive was under way and they were headed the correct direction, he gave her his full attention. 

“Yeah, it makes sense,” he agreed.  “I had the day off, so it was pretty chill.  Other than the dog-sitting because Marlo has no chill, of course.” He ran his hands slowly over his thighs, as much to work out the tingle of nerves and not knowing how to do this as much as anything else.  “Do you have a day off tomorrow, or are we getting you home on the early side?” 

Mads raised an eyebrow at his mention of not taking care of himself. That’s not something anyone should ever tell Mads, because with her bleeding heart, she’ll take extra care to offer him a snack each time she sees him bring someone into her ER. 

She replayed the moment of getting into the car in her mind, and in retrospect, can clearly see that he went to open the door up for her. Dammit, Mads, she scolded herself. That would’ve been cute and all, but her leg had started hurting and she just wanted to be seated as soon as possible. She hoped she didn’t offend him. 

Her lips quirked up in a small smile as she realized he had to bend and twist to fit into the small backseat space. He was pretty tall, which was something Mads was definitely a fan of. “No fighting crime for you today?” she grinned. Her eyes followed as his hands ran over his thighs. Was he nervous? She filed the thought away in her head to mull over later. “Tomorrow’s my day off, so you can have me all night if you want,” she replied, before her face turned red when she realized what she had said. Not that she didn’t want that. But she attempted to redeem herself quickly. “I just mean- I don’t have anywhere to be, really, except here.” That did not sound better, Mads. She chose her next words carefully, turning to him and knocking their knees together in the cramped backseat. “I do not have work tomorrow is what I meant, so I can sleep in,” she finally settled on, her cheeks still burning. What the fuck, Mads, she thought. How are you someone who can sew people back together or bring them back to life and you can’t just be a normal freaking person on a date?

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nsvanderbilt·:

Nick narrowed his eyes.  “Are you calling me a dummy, though?  I might argue you on that point. But otherwise, I could use an anti-asshole angel.  My guess is I’ll wear you out, but we can give it a go.”  He reached out to take a bite-sized piece from the cookie, but he didn’t quite put it in his mouth. 

“I played a smattering of lacrosse, but I didn’t have patience for it.  In the end, I didn’t make time.  My sports career ended when I was fourteen.”  He leaned onto the table.  “Hints.  I did both of the things you said.  Undergrad at Princeton, grad school at Columbia.  Specialized grad school, though.  So, by way of hint, I took a massive and pain-in-the-ass test before I could use my degree, and my first job was waiting for me in Belize once I had passed.” 

Mads met his eyes and smiled. “I would happily be your angel.” She took a small piece of cookie as well, holding it up to her lips. “I don’t know about that,” she grinned teasingly. “I have more stamina than you’d think,” she smirked and popped the piece of cookie into her mouth. 

Her ears perked up hearing the familiar school names. “I did my undergrad and med school at Dartmouth,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “And do you know how many massive and pain-in-the-ass tests I had to take before I could use my degree? I mean it makes sense, but really.” She mulled over the clue he’d given her in her head, along with what programs she knew to be Columbia’s strong suit. “I’m assuming law school, but you strike me as more of the governmental affairs or international relations type, especially if you worked internationally after schools. So, does that make you a diplomat?”

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ben-brody·:

Ben pushed off the wall as she approached, standing up straight thanks to some previously-unknown instinct.  Maybe it was more polite not to slump against the wall when you weren’t the one who’d just finished work?  He didn’t really know.  It didn’t make sense to him.  But he did it nonetheless.  He also tucked his phone into the pocket of his leather jacket. 

He offered her a genuine smile.  “It was okay.  I’ve never had a dog before myself, so I only sort of know what I’m doing.  Her personality is totally the biggest part of her.”  He shook his head.  “Really I was just letting her out.  It’s, like, the most temporary kind of sitting.”

A car pulled into the traffic circle in front of the hospital, and he gestured toward it though his hand was still in his jacket pocket.  “I think that’s our Uber. I got here a few minutes early and set that up.  How was work?” 

Mads returned his grin. “Well, that still sounds fun.” She’d been thinking of getting a dog, but with her hours, she just didn’t think it would be fair to the animal. “Do you have any pets of your own?” she asked. Mads had never been on a Tinder date before where the individual didn’t know they’d been signed up for the app, so she wasn’t really sure how to handle herself. Get a grip, Mads, she told herself. It’s just like any other date. But was it?

She walked towards the car, opening the back door and sliding over to sit down and leave room for Ben. Mads smiled at the driver and greeted them, while also surreptitiously checking the driver’s phone to make sure it was displaying the app with Ben’s name on the screen – just to be extra careful.

Her face lit up at his question – although she couldn’t share much information because of patient privacy laws, there were few things that Mads loved more than her work. “It was good,” she smiled. “A pretty slow night, which is usually to be expected on Thursdays, though I’m sure you know that.” She’d usually seen him bringing in drunk or otherwise intoxicated patients on weekend evenings. “How about you?” she asked, looking over at him from across the backseat. Mads could only see the outline of his face in the darkness of the evening, but when they passed lights and storefronts, light and color danced across his features in a way that made her grin. “How was your day? Besides the dog-sitting, of course.”

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nsvanderbilt·:

Nick sighed and shook his head.  “Nope, I’m only six years out.  I guess I have some work ahead of me for slight improvement.”  Her pickup and callout was subtle, and he really appreciated it, offering her a smirk and shrug.  The God’s honest truth was he didn’t know because he hadn’t tried. Maybe I should turn over that leaf.  There was no harm in flirting, right?  It felt too good to be bad.  “I don’t know if I would call caffeine a drug,” he said, bracing for an argument or at least a healthy debate.  While he wasn’t going to throw elbows with a doctor, he would gladly stretch his articulate abilities.  Any day.  He settled into his chair, watching her do the same with a higher degree of difficulty.  He actively tried not to stare and didn’t plan to ask, though, because it wasn’t something she made obvious.  That made it feel firmly in the camp of None of His Business.  And staring was just rude.  “Let’s have some fun with this.  Guess.” 

Mads grinned. “I could help, if you want,” she began. “You know, I could be like, your guide – How Not to Be an Asshole, for Dummies,” she laughed. She opened the bag and took out the cookie, laying it on a napkin so they could both steal pieces when they wanted them. Pushing his mug across the table, she smiled at her challenge. 

“Hmm..” she started, taking the opportunity to look him up and down. “I would guess maybe a professional athlete, judging by the looks of you,” she mused. “But – and no offense to pro athletes – you also seem smart. And well-read. I don’t know what you studied, but I feel like you went to a good school, and probably also to graduate school.” She smirked at him across the table. “Well? Do I get any hints? Mine was too obvious, I need something to go off of.”