Night Liam,
Okay, do you by chance know or socially associate with Pandora or Victoria? They put you up to it, right? They made you write the library thing, did they? Because if you don’t know them, Liam, you’ve just skyrocketed from a measly ten points to a bona fide gold star in Anna’s world.
Liam, I hereby declare you my number one E-friend/E-pen pal person.
Shut the front door! Your dad is a plastic surgeon? Ahem, Anna just left the conversation . . . to hide under a rock, right after pulling her stupid foot out of her stupid mouth.
I agree with your intake on the food and health connection. However, I wish more physicians were trained on the subject, or at least were a bit more open to the idea of solving problems at the root rather than giving a temporary solution like medicine that might, and quite often does, affect other parts of the patient’s system. Are you familiar with the sick goldfish theory? Giving fish medication will only contaminate them and their environment. Cleaning their water, letting pure water run through their systems, helps them far more and will eventually heal them. Umm, as you can see, I’m quite passionate about the subject.
It was such a pleasure seeing yours, Liam. Well, sorry to disappoint, I’m not an elementary school teacher. I’m just a fitness trainer.
An immediate hot body in tight, tight attire pops into my head. I still picture her as the cute, nerdy, bookish type, but the body she’s sporting now. Damn.
I’m one of those rare people who love what they do. Seems like you’re also one of us, right? I’m guessing no one in their right mind would invest so much in something they’re not a hundred percent passionate about.
You have no idea, Anna.
You asked what’s my favorite thing to do. You mean apart from eating? This chick is the best! That would be hanging out with my friends.
I like that. Thought of that beautiful chick from Poison the other night comes up. I imagine Anna just like that beauty, utterly focused on her friends. Oblivious to anyone around.
Film? That would be Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Have you seen it? The whole concept . . . and it has so many fascinating insights. Like this quote, “too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours.”
Oh, how I like this. Another tidbit that just affirms my initial assumption. Anna’s more than just intelligent. She’s intelligent and cool.
Podcast? My Favorite Murder, duh!
I twist my mouth, my brows furrow. Intelligent, cool, and a psycho?
How about you Liam? What makes you happy? What’s your first sin?
Umm, a weird thing I like to do? I guess this one constitutes as weird, here goes . . . I sometimes brew coffee in the morning just for the smell and drink tea. Coffee is like incense sticks for me. I love the scent, especially when it spreads throughout the house. What’s your weird thing, Liam?
This is both entirely bonkers and sweet at the same time. Oh, Anna. My weird e-crush on you has grown exponentially tonight.
Nighty Night,
Anna
“Don’t rush something that you want to last forever.”
Without thinking too much about the precious sleep time I’m missing, I hit reply and start typing.
Thanks for making my zero dark thirty so much more bearable tonight, Anna.
Nope, I don’t know any Pandora or Victoria. Friends of yours, I’m guessing? And no, no one told me to tell you about my library thing. Shocking, but I’m just a guy who enjoys reading.
Now, Anna, nothing has made me as happy as the knowledge of being your number one e-person. Now my life is complete. Just so you know, I’m sitting here in my scrubs, basking in the triumph of my accomplishment. Am I getting a plaque or something for my remarkable achievement?
Looks like you have quite the knowledge on the, I’m guessing, gut to mind correlation? Is it linked somehow to your job as a trainer? I get your standpoint and believe me, I wish more people had further knowledge about how some of their most innocent habits cause great damage. Unfortunately so, many physicians don’t have the capacity to educate their patients. By the time we get to see them, there’s a problem that requires immediate treatment rather than just a symptom to mull over. I’ve heard it more than a few times, but I think the whole education on prevention through lifestyle is not something that falls on physicians. Let’s agree to disagree on this one, shall we?
What makes me happy, Anna? Right now, you.
My first sin? Now, Anna, this escalated fast. By sin, you mean me and that cute girl in my Grandpa’s cabin in eighth grade? Or do you mean that time when Freddie and I stole a cigarette in sixth grade and ended up coughing like idiots for a whole afternoon? Whichever you meant; these are my first sins.
You should know how this works by now, Anna. Your turn to show me yours.
Shit. The sound of a helicopter heading our way, together with my pager going off, brings me back to reality. That sound can only mean one thing – some really bad emergency is coming in.
Hey Anna, sorry, I gotta go, I’m being paged. I still owe you a weird thing and a quote.
Night, L
“Olivia,” I tell the intern who just came in for a drink, “go get Dan. A helicopter just came in.” I shove my phone into my pocket and hurry to the trauma bay.
It Involves Alcohol and Fishing . . . and the Occasional Ranger
“This place is unreal,” Kayla observes my studio apartment with huge eyes and a slightly opened mouth. I’m familiar with the reaction my Hygged place prompts. Did I mention my mom’s an interior design Rockstar?
“Wow, just wow.” Finally, Kayla turns to me. “This is—can I move in . . . and hibernate?”
I laugh it off. “Not sure about the moving in part. You see I sorta love my quiet space. But you’re more than welcome to drop by whenever your little heart desires.”
Kayla nods. “I might just take you up on that. It’s the perfect place to work on my songs.”
Kayla came over to hang out till Victoria picks us up later on tonight. We’ll all drive together to Green Lake for some late evening fishing, catch and release sort of thing of course. It’s our thing, we do it every so often. Nothing beats a good Rosé, friends, and fishing. Fish stench, worms, and pinkish alcohol, we’re classy like that.
“Coffee?” I ask Kayla. “We have time, we don’t have to leave before eight-ish.”
Kayla, in a casual oversized black hoodie, skinny ripped, black jeans, dark liner, and her bright red bangs combed behind her ear, looks like she just walked out of a rock and roll photoshoot—the leisure edition.
“Did you work with a designer to style the place?” Kayla follows me to the kitchen, a space that’s like the rest of my place in a palette of soft pinks, grey hues, and dark wood. My favorite part of the kitchen is the duet of a retro style, soft pink KitchenAid mixer, and toaster. A housewarming gift from Pandora, Vic, and my mom.