Blanche's POV
Demetrius wrapped up his shift ahead of schedule, showing up at pediatric surgery before noon to wait for me.
I'd just processed the admission for a young boy with severe burns. After handling the paperwork and writing up his orders, I finally got a chance to scrub up and ditch my white coat.
Demetrius hung around patiently, chatting with whatever nurses wandered over to him.
By the time we made it out of the hospital, the clock read well past noon.
Demetrius drove me to this high-end Chinese place downtown.
We got a window table with a view of Oakwood's bustling center.
Remembering what I liked, Demetrius placed our order and poured me some hot water.
"What's got your attention?" he asked.
I turned away without giving him an answer.
"Oakwood Hospital's not exactly prestigious. You're selling yourself short here."
With Demetrius's credentials, any hospital would roll out the red carpet. But he'd picked mine.
I wasn't an idiot—I could connect the dots.
