22- From fruits to kisses

No, wait, wait - He called me - Dassy - He whispered, caressing my name with his raspy voice. I turned around, biting back the smile his presence had once again provoked in me. - When we go inside, you'll be a relative of the patient and I'll be a doctor. We won't be able to talk. Two very well-known doctors and I handle the entire emergency area - He admitted seriously.
I want to kiss you - He confessed, interrogating me with his eyes in search of my expression. I remained silent and my eyes became glassy in a reflex to hide my surprise.
Really? - I asked with that innocent tone I used whenever someone I liked showed interest. My gaze went from his lips to his eyes and finally met his light brown pupils with hints of blue, his eyes were unbearably fierce.
Yes - She admitted - I haven't stopped thinking about you since that night and I can't believe you're here again. It seems like I thought about you so much that the law of attraction worked. I had asked Andrés to give me your number, I wanted to call you, but he didn't have it.
Andrés?
Your friend Viginia's boyfriend…
Oh - my face hardened - The crab.
Yes - She smiled and my expression softened instantly - The crab - she repeated - I told him today, when he sees Viginia, to ask for your number. Mel gave me a nervous glance, and I, pleased, approached her a little. I let the way she looked at me dress me up entirely that night. I know it may sound inelegant, but after multiple conversations talking about ourselves. Where we spent our childhood, which university we attended, and what we worked on, that night we came to the conclusion that being shy didn't fill us with satisfaction, nor did it quench my desire to have half the moon all to myself. We talked for about an hour outside the hospital, and to my surprise, I found myself interested in knowing about her. I even forgot for a moment where we were and the reason for being there. I still didn't believe in fate and had the theory that the only certain future is the one we build in the past, but something very similar to causality made me find her that night and made me smile. After two hot chocolates and half a box of cigarettes, she had to leave because she was needed in the trauma shock unit. When I entered the emergency room, my grandfather was asleep with Leslie's head resting on his lap. My uncle had left an hour ago with other relatives and everything seemed to be calm. I sat in the empty chair on the other side of the bed and rested my head next to my grandfather's legs. Without realizing it, my grandfather, I think even in his sleep, extended his hand and stroked my hair. I felt that was his way of thanking me for keeping him company, but he had nothing to thank me for, I would always be there for my family. He taught me that, I felt his fingers gently massaging my scalp until I fell into a deep sleep. The next day, after knowing that the sexy doctor worked at the New York Hospital, I arrived home from work with dinner for my grandfather and the memory of our passionate kisses at Leslie's birthday, making me smile through the corridors of the emergency room. I still remembered the first time I saw her arrive at the rooftop of my building, stealthy, asking me for a lighter. I imagined her now in her impeccably white coat, examining an elderly woman's chest with her stethoscope. While the elderly woman returned the gaze to those eyes that… if they look at you, despite the situation, and no matter how you look, with smudged mascara or lips devoid of lipstick… they smile at you and seem to tell you that you still look just as wonderful. I thought those eyes were part of her flirting tactics, but definitely not. What her gaze conveyed was part of her, healing, her eyes were healing. I had spent five hours sterilizing four female dogs that afternoon. My grandfather had been moved to the third floor of the hospital that morning, and my mother was waiting for me with a hug and a critique of my ponytail and makeup-free face. Apparently, the dogs not only needed a scalpel, five stitches, and anesthesia. They also needed my lip gloss and eyelash curler at my mother's discretion. She told me that my grandfather had been sleeping since this afternoon and explained that I should be attentive to the arrival of the doctor to evaluate him and find out how he was progressing. I greeted my grandfather with joy and kissed him on the forehead, but he was completely asleep. I left my purse and went to the bathroom to take off my navy blue costume with an embroidered paw print that made me look like the dog caretaker among so many "important doctors". I put on a knitted dress that my mother had brought me from Venezuela, mostly black except for the green and blue flowers that grew from the edges up to my waist. Thick wool stockings that came up past my knees, and two loops around my neck with a scarf were enough to become part of civilization. I never liked wearing scarves, although their soft touch seduced me tremendously when I wrapped them around my neck, I had to leave them loose enough or I was flooded with an inexplicable fear of suffocating. With knitted scarves, I didn't have that problem, even if they were thicker, I didn't feel alarmed when I wrapped them around my neck. I let my hair down and painted my lips in an attempt to look presentable in case I happened to run into the doctor with the blue eyes and seductive attitude, she had changed floors and I knew the hospital was immense, I probably wouldn't see him again.