Bella took a long breath, letting the late afternoon sun warm her face as she stepped out of the hospital. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions, with Jason acting out of place. She tried not to let it get to her, but Tracy’s knowing smirks and subtle nudges weren’t helping.
“Come on, Bella. You need a break,” Tracy said, appearing at her side. She slid on her oversized sunglasses with a flourish. “Coffee and gossip, my treat.” Bella laughed despite herself. “You mean coffee and your gossip.” “Details, details, Tracy said with a grin. She looped her arm through Bella’s and started down the street, leading them to their favorite café, Brews & Bites. The warm aroma of espresso and freshly baked pastries greeted them as they stepped inside. Tracy made a beeline for the window seat while Bella lingered at the counter, ordering her usual caramel latte. Don’t forget my blueberry muffin! Tracy called out. You mean my blueberry muffin, Bella retorted, rolling her eyes as she grabbed their order and joined Tracy at the table. Tracy leaned forward conspirationally as Bella sat down. So, Jason’s been a bit MIA lately. You noticed? Bella busied herself with her latte. “He’s been busy, I guess.” “Busy making googly eyes at Dr. Maloney?” Tracy quipped. Bella winced, but Tracy’s expression softened. “Hey, don’t take it the wrong way. You know I’m Team Bella, always. But if Jason’s got his heart set on someone else…” I just want him to be happy, Bella said quietly. Tracy reached out, squeezing Bella’s hand. And you’re an amazing friend for that. Now, let’s find you someone who makes you happy. Bella laughed, though her cheeks turned pink. “I don’t need a matchmaker, Tracy.” “Too bad, because you’ve got one,” Tracy declared. Her eyes lit up as the café door swung open. “Speaking of eligible bachelors…” Bella turned to see a tall man in a leather jacket stepping inside. His dark curls were slightly disheveled, and his confident smile sent a wave of curiosity through the room. Oh no, Bella said quickly, recognizing the gleam in Tracy’s eyes. “Don’t even think about it.” “Too late,” Tracy said with a smirk. She waited until the man had ordered his coffee and was scanning the room for a seat before waving him over. Hey, stranger! Care to join us? The man hesitated for a split second before walking over, his smile widening. “Why not? Thanks.” “This is Bella,” Tracy said, motioning grandly. “And I’m Tracy, her much cooler, much wiser friend.” Lucas, he said, shaking their hands. His grip was firm but warm. “Nice to meet you both.” “So, Lucas,” Tracy began, leaning forward. “What brings you to our lovely little café?” “I just moved here,” Lucas said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Starting as a surgical resident at the hospital.” Bella’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re in medicine?” Lucas chuckled. “Sort of comes with the territory, doesn’t it?” Tracy gasped dramatically. “You’re one of us! Well, not me, technically, I’m more of the moral support team. But Bella here is a rockstar nurse.” Tracy, Bella hissed, embarrassed, but Lucas seemed genuinely intrigued. “Nice to know I will be working with such talented people,” he said, his eyes briefly meeting Bella’s. Tracy smirked. “Oh, you’ll find out we are more than just talented. We are a dysfunctional family. Emphasis on the dysfunction.” Lucas laughed, and the sound was warm and genuine. The three of them fell into easy conversation, with Tracy peppering Lucas with questions while Bella listened, feeling more at ease than she had in days. --- By the time their laughter died down, the once crowded café had begun to thin out. Tracy glanced at her watch and groaned. “Ugh, I hate to be the buzzkill, but I’ve got dinner plans with my parents tonight. Bella, will you survive without me? Bella rolled her eyes. I think I’ll manage. “Good,” Tracy said, standing and throwing a sly glance at Lucas. “You two behave.” “Subtle,” Bella muttered under her breath as Tracy walked out, leaving her and Lucas alone at the table. For a moment, they sat in silence, sipping their drinks. Bella shifted uncomfortably, but Lucas seemed completely at ease. “So,” he said, breaking the silence, “is she always like that?” Pretty much, Bella replied, a small smile tugging at her lips. “She means well, though.” “I can tell,” Lucas said, his expression softening. “She’s lucky to have you.” Bella blinked, caught off guard. Uh, thanks. I.....well, we’ve been friends for years.” Lucas nodded. “That kind of bond is rare.” Bella wasn’t sure how to respond, so she took another sip of her latte. The conversation shifted to lighter topics, favorite movies, embarrassing work moments and before she knew it, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the café in a cozy glow. Later in the evening, as Bella and Tracy walked back to Bella's apartment complex, Tracy nudged Bella with her elbow. Well? Tracy asked, her grin mischievous. “What do you think of Lucas?” Bella shrugged, though a small smile tugged at her lips. “He seems nice.” “Nice? That’s all you’ve got? Bella, the man is practically a walking Hallmark movie hero!” Bella laughed, shaking her head. “You’re incorrigible.” And you’re welcome, Tracy said with a wink. Now, let’s see if we can arrange a little more ‘accidental' run-ins at the hospital. Bella groaned, but the truth was, she didn’t mind the idea as much as she let on. --- Author’s Note: What do you think of Lucas so far? Do you think he will be a good match for Bella, or is there more to his story? Also, what’s your favorite café treat, team muffin or team croissant? Let me know in the comments!Jason's coworkers had just wrapped up a delightfully tuneless version of the birthday song, their voices harmonizing in a way that could only be described as endearing. They turned their heads in unison, eyes glued to the cake, where the words "Happy Birthday Jason" had been squashed and awkwardly rewritten in light purple icing. "That's my bad," Tracy chimed in, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "My three-year-old slapped his palm on the cake." She paused for dramatic effect. "But don't worry, there was a double layer of wrapper over it, so no actual palm contact. "You know what? It's totally fine, Jason reassured her, a grin spreading across his face. Given how his life had been lately, a palm-slapped cake felt oddly fitting. "Blow out the candles already, Jason! They're melting away to nothing!" Bella exclaimed, her excitement infectious. He took a moment to gather his thoughts; he needed a wish. Once he had his wish firmly in mind, he blew out the thirty candles in one
Jason's first instinct was to laugh, but the sound stuck in his throat when he looked up to meet the icy stare of Vincent Maloney. There was no mistaking the anger in Vincent’s piercing blue eyes. Jason muttered under his breath, “Oh, hell! Of all the people in the hospital to have a mishap with, it just had to be Vincent. He had privately nicknamed him Doctor Cold, a reflection of both his cold demeanor and Jason's own exhibition for immature humor. “Shit, sorry! Jason blurted, rushing to help. He extended a hand, but Vincent ignored the gesture, pushing himself off the ground with a scowl. “Are you okay?” Jason asked, his tone wavering between genuine concern and an attempt to stifle another laugh. Vincent’s response came as a growl. “You’re a train wreck, Miller.” In the eleven months they had worked together, Vincent had never once called Jason by his first name. Jason doubted he even knew it, despite the ID badge clipped to his scrubs. Vincent snatched the frosting-strea
The day had started on a sour note for Jason Miller, but he didn’t realize just how sour it would get until he accidentally spilled cake all over Dr. Vincent Maloney. The incident replayed in his mind like a bad dream, leaving a trail of embarrassment that lingered long after the frosting had been cleaned off. Vincent’s piercing, cold glare had cut through Jason like a blade, and his clipped reprimand still echoed in his ears. Jason had gone back to the ER afterward, throwing himself into the rush of patients and endless paperworks in a futile attempt to forget about it. But no amount of adrenaline or distraction could erase the image of Vincent’s rigid frame, his jaw set in irritation, or the unmistakable hatred in his voice. To Vincent Maloney, Jason felt like nothing more than a nuisance, someone barely worth acknowledging except, of course, when he was scolding him. Jason hated how much that stung, though he would never admit it to anyone but himself. By the end of the shift,
The shift stretched long into the night, the usual chaos of the ER fading into an eerie calm. Jason was finishing up his last round of paperwork, the rhythmic clicking of his pen being the only sound in the quiet room. As he gathered his belongings, his gaze drifted, catching sight of Dr. Maloney a few feet away. Vincent stood hunched over his tablet, his posture as rigid as ever. Jason watched him for a moment, curious as always about the man who seemed so determined to keep everyone at arm’s length. How could someone be so engrossed in their work, so entirely absorbed in their own little world? Even now, at this late hour, Vincent radiated that same cold intensity, his sharp features illuminated by the glow of the tablet. Jason’s mind wandered back to their earlier conversation, if it could even be called that. Vincent had almost admitted to being worried about distractions, a rare and uncharacteristic slip for someone as guarded as him. Jason replayed the moment in his head, the
The morning after Jason’s shift with Vincent, the almost smile he’d seen lingered in his mind like an unresolved melody. It had been faint, nearly unnoticeable, but it was there, a crack in the icy facade Vincent wore like armor. Jason tried to brush it off as nothing, convincing himself that the Vincent he’d seen in that moment wasn’t any different from the aloof doctor he worked with every day. Yet, no matter how much he reasoned, the image refused to fade. It was as if he’d seen something beneath the surface, and as much as he hated to admit it, he wanted to see it again. When he walked into the ER for his next shift, the usual buzz of activity filled the air. Nurses shuffled in and out of patient rooms, their conversations drowned out by the beeping of monitors and the occasional overhead page. Jason scanned the room instinctively, searching for a tall, brooding figure. But Vincent was nowhere in sight. A strange pang of disappointment followed, unwelcome and unsettled. He quickl
The following days blurred together—long shifts, countless patients, and stacks of paperwork. But amidst the chaos, Vincent Maloney remained a constant presence. Whether it was a brief glimpse of him walking down the hall or catching his sharp profile at the nurses’ station, he was always there, his presence impossible to ignore. He was like the storm cloud that loomed over sunny skies, disrupting Jason’s otherwise bright composure. And yet, Jason couldn’t stop noticing him. It wasn’t just Vincent’s cold demeanor or the perpetual frown etched into his features. It was something deeper, something unspoken that lingered in the spaces between their interactions. Jason hated how much he was drawn to him. Vincent was unapproachable, his cold demeanor a wall Jason wasn’t sure he should even want to climb. But for some reason, he couldn’t help himself. There were moments, fleeting, almost unnoticeable, when Vincent’s mask slipped. Like the rare times their eyes met, and Jason caught a f
Saturday approached quickly and the hospital holiday party was in full swing, its energy vibrating through the walls of the main hall. Jason sipped his punch, laughing at one of Bella’s jokes, though his attention was clearly somewhere else. The crowd was lively, a mixture of doctors, nurses, and admin staff unwinding after an exhausting year. Yet, amidst the cheerful chaos, Jason’s gaze constantly shifted to the the cold figure standing by the corner of the room. Dr. Vincent Maloney was the epitome of isolation, his arms crossed and his expression stony. He was there, but not really part of the celebration. Jason wondered, not for the first time, what made Vincent like this. “You’re staring again,” Bella teased, nudging him. Jason snapped his head toward her, caught in the act. “I’m not staring. I was just… observing. “Sure, ‘observing. Bella smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You should just go talk to him.” Jason scoffed. “And say what? ‘Hey, Vincent, why don’t you st
The hospital was quieter than usual as the holiday celebrations continued to wind down. Vincent sat in his office, the glow of his desk lamp reflecting on the untouched stack of paperwork in front of him. His focus was anywhere but the files. The kiss from the night before replayed in his mind like a broken record. He had tried to justify it, an impulsive lapse in judgment brought on by the stress of the season, the noise, the proximity, but no excuse was convincing enough to silence the guilt. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as his mind wandered. You’re a professional, What were you thinking? His jaw tightened. There were rules for a reason, Boundaries. And he had crossed them. But Jason Miller… Jason was different. His persistence, his playful smirks, the way his presence lingered even when he wasn’t in the room, it all ate away at the walls Vincent had carefully built. Last night had only confirmed what he had been fighting against for weeks now, Jas
Bella took a long breath, letting the late afternoon sun warm her face as she stepped out of the hospital. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions, with Jason acting out of place. She tried not to let it get to her, but Tracy’s knowing smirks and subtle nudges weren’t helping. “Come on, Bella. You need a break,” Tracy said, appearing at her side. She slid on her oversized sunglasses with a flourish. “Coffee and gossip, my treat.” Bella laughed despite herself. “You mean coffee and your gossip.” “Details, details, Tracy said with a grin. She looped her arm through Bella’s and started down the street, leading them to their favorite café, Brews & Bites. The warm aroma of espresso and freshly baked pastries greeted them as they stepped inside. Tracy made a beeline for the window seat while Bella lingered at the counter, ordering her usual caramel latte. Don’t forget my blueberry muffin! Tracy called out. You mean my blueberry muffin, Bella retorted, rolling her eyes as sh
Jason leaned against the doorframe of Vincent’s office, his smug grin making itself at home. Vincent, seated behind his desk, was consumed by a stack of patient files, his brows knitted in the kind of deep concentration that Jason found both cute and maddening. The intensity in Vincent’s expression made Jason’s chest tighten in a way that scared him just a little, but he wasn’t ready to unpack that yet. “You have been staring at that file for ten minutes, Vinny,” Jason teased, his voice light and teasing. Vincent’s head shot up, his glare cold enough to freeze a lesser man. “It’s Dr. Maloney to you, Miller.” Jason chuckled, undeterred by the frosty reception. He sauntered into the office and perched himself on the edge of Vincent’s desk. “Relax, Doc. You’re wound tighter than a clock. Need some help?” “No,” Vincent said curtly, not even looking up. Jason crossed his arms, adopting a mock-serious expression. Too bad, because I’m not helping unless you kiss me. Vincent’s han
Jason stirred awake, the warmth of Vincent's body a steady weight beside him. The events of the night flickered through his mind like a reel, and a slow smile crept across his lips. He hadn’t expected Vincent to let his guard down so completely, even if it was brief. But as the soft glow of morning entered through the curtains, Jason became acutely aware of the tension that hung in the air. Beside him, Vincent was already awake. He sat upright, his back straight, and his gaze fixed on the far wall. His face, usually so composed and stoic, was a storm of emotions Jason couldn’t quite place, regret, hesitation, and something rawer roaming beneath. Morning, Jason said, his voice still thick with sleep. He propped himself up on one elbow, studying Vincent’s profile. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Vincent’s jaw tightened. He didn’t respond right away, his silence more telling than any words could be. Jason sighed, reaching out to brush his fingers against Vincent’s arm. Hey,
Jason stepped into the dimly lit hallway of Bella's apartment building, his footsteps light but purposeful. As he unlocked the door and stepped inside, a mix of anticipation and nervous energy swirled in his stomach. He had invited Vincent over for a drink, a gesture that felt like both an escape and a step toward something more. Bella was out for the evening, spending time with Tracy, which left him alone to finally address the emotions that had been building up over the last few days. The kiss that had caught him off guard, the unspoken tension between him and Vincent, it all felt so much bigger now. When Vincent stood at the door, it wasn’t exactly the reunion he had hoped for. The cool night air clung to Vincent’s jacket as he stepped inside, his posture guarded. Jason closed the door behind him, sensing that whatever was about to unfold wasn’t going to be simple. “You really do live here, huh?” Vincent remarked, looking around the cozy, yet empty space. Jason chuckled, moving
Jason stared at his phone screen, his fingers hovering over Bella’s contact. After the fallout earlier in the week, the weight of it all was starting to hit him harder than before. Their friendship had always been easy and uncomplicated but recently, he had let things slip up. His family situation had gotten out of hand, and he had not been able to hide it. But no matter what, he couldn’t let Bella slip away too. The thought alone made his chest tighten. He was already pacing the living room of Bella’s apartment when he sent the message: “We need to talk. Can you come out to the living room for a minute?” Bella and Tracy had insisted that he moved in, after the argument with his family had made it hard for him to stay anywhere else. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. He didn’t want to waste any more time, things needed to be fixed. Bella appeared in the living room moments later, her eyes scanning Jason’s face before she spoke. “Okay, what’s going on?” she asked, her tone
The hospital was back to its usual routine, and Jason was finally beginning to feel like himself again. Moving through the corridors, he threw playful comments to the nurses and even cracked a joke with one of the attending doctors, earning a few laughs. But despite his charm, a subtle weight lingered, evident in his quiet moments. From across the nurses’ station, Bella observed him. She busied herself with sorting through patient charts but couldn’t stop her gaze from drifting toward Jason. Tracy, noticing Bella’s distraction, smirked as she scribbled notes. “You’ve been staring at him for ages. Just go talk to him.” Bella snapped out of her thoughts, frowning. “I’m not staring. And I’m not talking to him.” Tracy raised an eyebrow. “Still holding a grudge?” Bella sighed, her voice low but firm. “He snapped at me, Tracy. Do you know how rare that is? Jason never raises his voice, let alone at me.” “And do you know how rare it is for you two to go more than a shift without
The morning air in the hospital felt heavy, as though the tension growing between the staff had seeped into the very walls. Jason walked through the corridors with a clouded expression, a sharp contrast to his usual warmth. He wasn’t his approachable self today, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Bella, the ever observant friend, had been watching him since the shift began. Something was wrong, but every time she tried to approach him, he brushed her off with short replies or tight lipped smiles. She wasn’t used to seeing Jason like this, and it bothered her more than she cared to admit. Around mid morning, Bella decided enough was enough. Armed with a cup of coffee, she approached Jason, who was busy reviewing a patient’s chart at the nurses’ station. “Jason,” she said softly, placing the coffee next to him. “You’ve been off all morning. What’s going on?” Jason barely glanced at her, his eyes fixed on the chart. “Nothing. I’m fine,” he said, his tone clipped. Bella frowned, her co
The hospital was quieter than usual as the holiday celebrations continued to wind down. Vincent sat in his office, the glow of his desk lamp reflecting on the untouched stack of paperwork in front of him. His focus was anywhere but the files. The kiss from the night before replayed in his mind like a broken record. He had tried to justify it, an impulsive lapse in judgment brought on by the stress of the season, the noise, the proximity, but no excuse was convincing enough to silence the guilt. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as his mind wandered. You’re a professional, What were you thinking? His jaw tightened. There were rules for a reason, Boundaries. And he had crossed them. But Jason Miller… Jason was different. His persistence, his playful smirks, the way his presence lingered even when he wasn’t in the room, it all ate away at the walls Vincent had carefully built. Last night had only confirmed what he had been fighting against for weeks now, Jas
Saturday approached quickly and the hospital holiday party was in full swing, its energy vibrating through the walls of the main hall. Jason sipped his punch, laughing at one of Bella’s jokes, though his attention was clearly somewhere else. The crowd was lively, a mixture of doctors, nurses, and admin staff unwinding after an exhausting year. Yet, amidst the cheerful chaos, Jason’s gaze constantly shifted to the the cold figure standing by the corner of the room. Dr. Vincent Maloney was the epitome of isolation, his arms crossed and his expression stony. He was there, but not really part of the celebration. Jason wondered, not for the first time, what made Vincent like this. “You’re staring again,” Bella teased, nudging him. Jason snapped his head toward her, caught in the act. “I’m not staring. I was just… observing. “Sure, ‘observing. Bella smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You should just go talk to him.” Jason scoffed. “And say what? ‘Hey, Vincent, why don’t you st