It started as a normal enough day. I had to take some time off my summer job as a construction worker so I could visit a cardiac specialist. My heart apparently had some kind of issue that had been discovered last week at my regular physical exam and my dad had panicked, making an emergency appointment for today.
I wasn't too worried. I'm 19 years old, tall and in fairly good shape. Besides working at constructions sites throughout the summer, I'd also just finished baseball season at school, where our varsity team had swept the state again..
Nevertheless, here I was, sitting in a comfortable cardiac specialist's office on a sunny Tuesday morning. I went to check in at the window.
The receptionist didn't look hopeful. "We might be able to fit you in for a brief consultation, but you really should be at the emergency room or have made an appointment." She informed me between moments of pursing her lips.
I shrugged. "I'll wait, I guess."
After filling out some paperwork and returning it to the secretary, I sat back and looked at the other patients. Two older men, both well-dressed, and a youngish couple. The couple caught my eye for a moment. They were both probably in their mid twenties.
The man was tall, with a tanned face and short dark hair. This short dark hair extended into a stubbly beard that covered part of his well bronzed face. He had electric blue eyes. He was dressed in a comfy looking Nike windsuit and also wore a large, expensive watch.
His wife was medium height, with dark brown hair that fell straight down to just below her shoulders. She too had well bronzed skin and the clear, attractive, sexy face that seemed to belong to a swimsuit model. She was dressed in a moderately close-fitting green skirt and a dark button-up blouse that bordered on being sheer-I could see traces of a pink bra underneath.
We all waited there. The two older gentlemen were talking back and forth. One of them was called in at about eleven, another about half-an-hour later. Then the receptionist announced that they had fallen behind with the appointments, but the three of us remaining in the waiting room were welcome to come back after lunch.
I swore to myself quietly. I'd been hoping this wouldn't be a long, drawn out process but I apparently was mistaken. The couple waiting was exchanging some terse words with the receptionist and then began to move towards the door. As they started to head out into the street beyond, the tall guy turned and beckoned to me. "Want to grab a bite to eat with us?"
"Oh no-I couldn't, really-"
"That's all right. We don't mind, do we hunnie?"