Betty.
When I opened the door, the plate in my hand nearly slipped from my fingers. Of all the people I’d expected to show up, it was Ethan.
“Hi… Ethan!” I blurted, my words tumbling out before I could stop them, I’d just been thinking about him minutes ago and now seeing him standing felt unreal like he had listened to my thoughts and decided to come.
“How are you?”I asked.
“I’m well, Betty,” he responded standing on my doorway. He wasn't in scrubs as usual, just a black T-shirt and a Jean trousers but that surgeon's aura still clung to him and that was one of the few things I liked about him.
A faint smile played on his lips as if he were amused by my reaction. Maybe he’d expected me to be more angry but we were far too mature for tantrums.
I straightened, setting my face into
