Tom’s brow raised at Cordelia’s comment. “Who, Betty? She’s been here, what, 20 minutes with the one male ER nurse at her beck and call? I’m surprised she hasn’t hit on me while I’m standing beside her,” he laughed, gathering the items he needed from the supply cart and sticking them into his many pockets.
“It’s been 23 minutes, and she keeps sending you off for something new so she can watch you walk away. Not that I blame her,” Cordelia grinned and teasingly elbowed him, watching as all the items disappeared into his pockets like they were being sent to Narnia. “She probably hasn’t hit on you upfront because it’s easier to admire you silently. Without that weird, awkward look you sometimes get. Like that one time when Mrs. Davis pinched your butt and asked to ‘see you’ in a supply closet.”
“Wait, you what now?” Tom teased, readjusting the things in his pockets so he could fit more. “Is this what women think about all day? Hey, I was not awkward looking. Well, okay. Maybe I was. That was weird, even by my standards,” he shook his shoulders, feigning a shudder. “So, what brings you to my neck of the woods down in ED?”
