Nerves, you know. Nerves asked for prosecco, and the prosecco delivered. It delivered me staring over at Dr Hall, without being able to hide a peep of it anymore. It delivered me laughing along with my new hospital friends, but fluttering right through me at the thought of walking away from this chance – this one little chance at actually speaking with him. I was plucking up the courage, I really was. I was sipping away at my drinks and flashing him glances he’d flash back at me, and I was getting ready to do it. Getting ready to clear my throat and head around the table to chat with him, like
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