HELLOOO!!! Thank you thank you I think you're an awesome anon!
Jack certainly seems to be popular around my readers! [He deserves the love]
[Male reader] [Fluffy fluff] [omlom....old man loving old man] [MEDICAL INACURACIES!!] [Very likely I'll do a part two for this, it's very cute] [Not beta read] [When will I get myself a beta reader....never]
"Alright, that's most of it—you'll be following Abbot; he's usually on night shift but Robby called in sick.", Whitaker smiled at you, you nodded.
Abbot...that name rang a bell; but it couldn't be, no...it would be funny, though, if it was him.
You walked towards the main counter and froze; your eyes catching on the very same Jack Abbot you met in your youth...or, well....at least; when you weren't that old.
He had the same face he did before; with the addition of a few wrinkles, more freckles, and his fierce silver fox look....you wanted to kiss his face all over.
.......
You're....you're still not over the crush, are you?
.......
You know, you'd think that with how many years passed it had died down, but...look at how kissable his cheeks look!!!!
You cleared your throat, he probably doesn't even remember you, mhm. He won't remember someone from an event that changed his life.....aha....hah....ha...
Jack was looking at the tablet, he glanced up at you for a second—
"Good morning, I'm doctor Jack Abbot; night shift attending, you'll be following me toda—.....", the words died in his mouth, looking up again and realizing it's you. His throat dried.
It was you, you've changed, a little bit; you looked more tired, had bad posture, and your breathing was a little wonky (Concerning.....if only he knew was because you were also in love with him).
"It's...you.", Jack mumbled; his voice a tad bit broken, it sounded as if bile was building up in his throat.
"Yeah....any, any issues with the leg? I hope you've been giving it breathing breaks—err, not that it's any of my business.", you smiled nervously, Jack nodded; mesmerized by the sound of your voice.
"You wanna grab a beer after your shift ends?...catch up, and all...", Jack asked, you nodded, "Beer sounds great, as long as your taste isn't bad...", you grinned—"Ah, not that I'm— insulting your taste.", Jack grinned at you; was it possible to miss someone you knew so little of? Jack wondered, maybe soulmates and fate were a thing.
