Questions leading to more Questions (Wilson)

[Dr. Wilson]

Until she responded, James had been distinctly aware of the blood pounding through his ears despite the constant stream of noise that the hospital, and especially the clinic, offered. When she did, though, a pleasant smile bloomed upon his face, like the sun peeking from a murky sky. He let his hand fall from her arm back to her file, which he was clutching in the other hand. Wilson glanced around the waiting room appraisingly. There were a few people left, but he wasn't the only doctor around. He just needed to drop the chart off and let one of the nurses running the desk know that he was taking lunch so they wouldn't call him. He looked back at Brianna. "If you'd give me just a minute..."

And with another small smile, Jimmy'd stroll off to fulfill his short duties to his hospital, dropping the folder in its correct bin and leaning in to tell whatever scrub-clad person was at the front that he'd be back in under an hour. Within moments, he'd be back at Bree's side, hands resting comfortably in the pockets of his white coat. "I hope you don't mind cafeteria food?"

[Brianna Grey]

When James walked away, she turned to see where he was going. He hadn't given her a definite answer yet, so perhaps he was going to check if he could leave early, or maybe he wasn't sure exactly when he would be off. She did, however, notice the way he smiled after she'd agreed to eat with him. She hadn't been leading him on when she'd told him that he had a handsome smile, it really was the kind that made anyone else around them smile as well.

Brianna watched him speak to someone before he came over to her, and it looked like she had her answer. She wouldn't have to wait at all, he was ready already. This day probably wouldn't be able to get any better... but she wasn't going to determine that just yet. She still didn't know what he kissed like. Bree could guess, and she knew that he would live up to her expectations. Whenever they got to that point. As he returned to where she stood and offered the food that they served, and shook her head, not minding in the least.

"No, I can't wait to try it."

It wasn't like it was a home cooked meal, but it was a meal together, and that would be enough fun to balance out eating the worst possible food. Fixing her strap on her shoulder, she started walking in the direction that she knew the cafeteria was in. Glancing behind her for a moment to make sure he was coming with, she smiled at the site of him. It was very hard to believe that he was still single.

"What do you do here?"

[Dr. Wilson]

What a wonderful day this was turning out to be. He seemed to be walking on air as he accompanied Bree to lunch, completely relaxed in his surroundings and very much his element. "I'm head of the oncology department..." James glanced down at her, smiling wearily. "Cancer." He'd not been sure if she knew what oncology meant, after all. People didn't recognize the word half the time, but he'd never met someone who didn't instantly recognize the connotations of cancer.

His thoughts fled from the depressing topic. He would return to it soon enough, he knew, but he didn't want to think about it during lunch...or with Bree, as if he didn't want to infect her with such thoughts. [bah, short. i am le tired. ]

[Brianna Grey]

"Ah. The lesser crab."

There were all kinds of cancers, from what she'd heard, so James must be an extremely smart man. Of course, all doctors had to be smart, because there were a lot of different versions of a lot of illnesses. Every specialist had to be intellient. People lives depended on it. But there was plenty of time to think about sickness and dying, there wasn't any reason to do it now. They both had their fair share of time to dwell on such depressing subjects, now just wasn't the time. Now they could talk about themselves, and get to know each other. That was the whole point of this lunch, after all. To spend time together and have a little fun.

"How did you get into your line of work? Did you want to be a doctor when you were a child?"

There were some people who had. A lot of people grew into tenagers, and college goers and they still didn't know what they wanted to be, but there were some kinds that were positive what they would spend the rest of their lives doing by the time they were nine or ten. Sometimes even sooner. Brianna wasn't one of those people, but she spent a lot of her time listening to her student go on about how much they wanted to do and be certain people. She turned a corner with her new friend and it wasn't long before the doors of the cafeteria were visible to them.

[Dr. Wilson]

"Not quite when I was a child, no. I guess I didn't really make up my mind until highschool...I had a biology teacher who used to be a doctor. Inspiring man. Told the best stories." Wilson smiled into the past, his gaze distant for a moment. He looked back down at her then, nonchalant as ever. "What about you? Been aspiring to be a teacher since you were a kid?"

They'd come to the doors of the cafeteria already? Either they'd been walking faster than he normally did, or the time had just flown. He supposed it had to be the latter, because he'd certainly not been in any rush. The doctor would, of course, open the door and hold it for her; not because of lingering ancient Victorian ideals of the frailty of women that were stuck in modern morès, but because he was the sort of person to whom helping others came naturally. People were fond of telling him that it was a rare gift, that he was well suited for his profession, etc, but James had never mustered more than perhaps a nod and a modest thank-you.

[Brianna Grey]

Brianna smiled when James started to talk about his childhood. She wanted to hear more, not just about his schooling, but all about him, and how he grew up. Which was a little odd. She always like talking to people and getting to know them, but it wasn't common that she found herself wanted to know so much, and to be able to share anything. It was just one of those feelings where you just want to talk for hours, and see what happens. It was a good feeling, freeing and happy. She didn't expect him to feel the same, but she hoped that one day in the future, he might.

But back to his story. His teacher sounded like the kind of person every kid should have teaching them, at least at one point in their life. She hadn't had many good teachers, mostly because they didn't understand her. She was as smart as the other students on paper, but they were never really able to talk to her. But having a teacher that can give life experience through his words, and be able to connect with a kid, those were the people that you were never able to forget. Yes, everyone should have that kind of a teacher by the time they were in high school.

"He sounds shiny." ~~Firefly, couldn't resist~~

Bree smiled up at him in thanks when he held the door open for her, and stepped inside. This was one room that, though she knew where it was, she'd never gone inside. She'd never had a reason to until now. She looked back when the doorway was clear for him to join her, and she followed his lead on getting in live for the food. Some places had different ways of handling things, and she wanted to make sure she knew this hospitals process. Most places on veried slightly, but it was just nice to be sure.

"No, it was never a sure thing. Actually, I just seemed to fall into it."

[Dr. Wilson]

Wilson recognized her hesitation and led her through the line with an understanding smile. It wasn't too crowded today, for whatever reason, and that meant that there wouldn't be ten thousand people pressing them to zip through the line. James grabbed his customary salad, moving slowly enough that his companion could get a glimpse at what sorts of things they had to choose from. It wasn't a school cafeteria, after all. The food wasn't bad, and there was usually a pretty interesting selection of things to eat. Nothing fancy, of course, but a man of habit like Wilson could always find himself a nice salad and some of that feta cheese he so loved. "Oh? You seem like you really enjoy it, though." He glanced back up at her, studying her face for the briefest moment. You could usually tell if people were happy with their jobs just from the way they acted, and Bree was, as far as he could tell, the most content person he'd ever met. "Please, get whatever you'd like, it's on me. God knows doctor visits are expensive enough as it is." He smiled his pleasant little smile, glad that the chef wasn't out and about today.

[Brianna Grey]

Walking with Wilson down the line of food, she picked a fruit salad and some fries, not forgetting to thank him for his offer to pay. It was nice of him. Even if he'd beenthe one to ask her to dine, that hadn't ment that he had to pay, yet he was offering anyway. It was a really sweet things to do, and it was only made better by that really cute smile he kept giving her. She almost wished she could take a picture of it, and carry it around with her. It really was priceless.

Her students were sweet kids. There was always one or two of those kids that just didn't like to listen, or didn't like art, but they really weren't that hard to deal with. You just had to listen to them, and get creative, finding them something that teaches them, but that they also find entertaining. Art isn't supposed to be work, it was supposed to be an expression of how you felt, and there were all kinds of way to express, and many different types of art to choose from. You just have to pay attention.

"Oh, I do, I love it. I never pictured where I would end up, so I'm not dissapoitned in the least. It fits."

Brianna smiled up at him, not hiding anything. She never lied, bluntly or by omission. Bree just had never seen the point in it. If you did something wrong, but it was an accident, then just take responsibility for it, and fix it. There wasn't anything else you could do, and lying only made it worse. And she certainly didn't have anything to hide form Wilson. She was genuinly happy with the way her life was going, and she wasn't going to dwell on what was wrong. The imperfections of life were what made it so beautiful.

[Dr. Wilson]

The cashier didn't bat an eye at the woman standing suspiciously close to Wilson, only gestured at her with her incredibly pointy chin, eyebrows raised questioningly. James, who seemed to have some understanding of the cashier's motions, smirked and handed over the $7.25 that the green LCD demanded in its blocky, Courier New typeface. The lady took it, and the doctor moved along to a vacant table with his patient-slash-crush, sitting as they chattered amongst themselves.

He'd hand her the fruit and fries and picked up the fork for his own salad, the feel of flimsy white plastic prongs stabbing at slippery salad a familiar one. [I'm sorry, I seem to have a bad case of alliteration-itis. ] They spoke animatedly with one another throughout the meal, which was accented occaisionally with wild gestures and intimate fits of laughter, and it wasn't long before the food was gone and yet they continued their conversation, both apparently quite comfortable with the other, but intrigued, too.

Alas, time dances the Trepak when enjoyment is present; in other words, Wilson could soon be found glancing at his watch in surprise at how time had flown. He was due back at the clinic in a minute or two, and his thoughts drifted guility back to the other doctors who he'd left to deal with the clinic on their own. In moments, they were standing, shaking hands, saying goodbye. Bree would be back soon, of course, James would remind himself as her hand left his. She gave one of her quirky, much loved responses in parting; Jimmy smiled handsomely and Brianna lit up as she seemed to do whenever he smiled so. He suggested a nicer dinner next time, and they went off in their separate ways, contented and rather looking forward to the coming month.