A Strange Encounter

Previously in A Strange Encounter - Ch 2

“Excuse me but I thought you had to leave because of your early morning?” you shot at her with the most sarcastic tone.
She ignored the rudeness in your voice and walked toward you, grabbing your shoulders she had the happiest look on her face as she sat you down on the couch. “Tell. Me. Everything.”

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Bianca was listening so intently as you recounted the events of the night to her. She couldn’t contain her excitement as she soaked in every detail.

“...yeah and then he dropped me off and now I’m here with you, that’s basically it.” you looked up at your friend who had her mouth hanging open and a shocked look on her face

“What… THAT’S IT!!” you were thrown off by her sudden outburst, expecting her to gush over your story not yell at you.

“What, what did I do wrong?” you were very confused with how she was reacting.

“That’s where you left things?? No kiss goodnight, no going back to his place?? Geeze girl did you even get the man’s number??”

You looked at her with a blank face, shit, you forgot. “Oh my god, no, I totally spaced, what do I do??” you weren’t necessarily starting to panic, but you were pretty torn up at the fact you just spend 3 hours getting to know a successful and not to mention attractive neurosurgeon and you failed to do the one thing necessary to talk to him again.

Bianca could see you were beating yourself up about this and decided to try and cheer you up. “I mean it’s not that bad you can just like, DM him on Instagram,” you shook your head no, “oh okay so no instagram, how about twitter,” you shook your head again, “okay… Facebook? LinkedIn? My space? Girl you got to give me something i'm running out of social media platforms”

“Bianca this man is like a ghost on the internet, he said all he has is a wikipedia page which I found really weird but that’s beside the point. The point is the only way I’m ever gonna contact this man is if I call his assistant or something.”

“OR you can, and hear me out on this one, get a really intense brain tumor that his big ego can’t resist operating on and then BAM you get his number then.” You could tell she was holding back her laughter at the joke she had just made, but you kept a straight somber face.

“Come on (Y/N), it’s not the end of the world. I work at the same hospital as him, I can just find him one day and exchange numbers for you.” Bianca was getting really excited about the task she had given herself.

“Oh my god no that’s too embarrassing, that’d be like my mom trying to set me up with him, I’m not letting you do that.” you were happy that Bianca said she would respect your wishes but you knew she probably would do it anyways and with that it was off to bed.

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The days that followed that night were just like any other, running through your daily routine and trying not to think about how you royally messed up with mister hot doctor, and today was no different. It had been five days now, but you couldn’t let the thoughts about him get you down and cramp your style. First you went to your morning shift at the diner, then to your midday rehearsal, then back to the diner to cover a shift that your friend Susan had begged you to take so she could take her mom to a broadway show, and then back home to rest and get ready for the next day. You didn’t mind having to be a waitress on the side, in fact you were thrilled. The diner was so close to your rehearsal building and it was full of fellow ensemble members from other shows. You had dreamed of this job since you knew it existed, it wasn’t just any old diner, it was Ellen’s Stardust Diner, the famous singing and dancing New York experience. Sure it wasn’t the type of performing you had in mind, but you still got do what you love and soon you would be making your broadway debut.

You were exhausted when you got home and couldn’t wait to relax for your usual Friday night movie night with Bianca. To your surprise the apartment was empty when you got there. You walked over to the kitchen to grab some food when you saw a note taped to the fridge. ‘Had to pick up a night shift tonight, won’t be home till late. Sorry boo - B’. It looked like movie night would have to be a solo thing, so you walked over to the couch, popped in your favorite movie, and sighed in relief as you finally sat down.

You had been so busy all day that you hadn’t had any time to check your phone. Taking advantage of the fact that Bianca wasn’t there to tell you to get off twitter and pay attention to the movie, you took out your phone and started your social media routine. A little bit of twitter, a little bit of facebook, and then finally to instagram. You were just scrolling through when suddenly you noticed you had one message request. You clicked on the profile only to see they had no pictures, no followers, and no bio, only a username, ‘MisterDoctor55’.

Your heart started racing as you looked at it, there was no way. Reading the message it said, ‘You know after spending 3 hours getting to know a woman you would think she would offer her number, but please excuse me if I’m wrong.’

You couldn’t believe it and you weren’t yet sure if you should. ‘Stephen is that you?’ you had to ask, just to be sure, even though you knew it had to be him.

‘Oh my apologies, I didn’t realize you leaving handsome doctors in the dust was a hobby of yours, you should really update that on your LinkedIn.’ yup, it was him.

‘What is up with you and LinkedIn.’ you shot back, trying to match his snarkiness.

Stephen started typing, and then he stopped. You waited a good ten minutes for him to form a response. ‘You know I would try to form a good comeback but I’m just too tired from saving lives all day, so why don’t we just exchange phone numbers so I can get off the wretched website.’

You laughed at his arrogance as you typed out your number. ‘Here you go, I wouldn’t want you to suffer on this “wretched” website any longer.’ you said making fun of his use of words. You waited for a response but it never came, figuring he would text you again in the morning.

You were very surprised to receive a text 30 minutes later from an unknown number. Your heart started racing again as you fumbled to unlock your phone, but what you saw was anything but what you were expecting. “AT&T Free Msg: More than 75% of your 10 GB of data has been used. If 100% is used, we'll add 1 GB of data for $10. To check your data use, dial *DATA# (*3282#). Or you can go to att.com/ myattapp to manage your account.” your heart sank at this message and you continued on with your movie, it wasn’t until 5 minutes later that you realised something, you had Verison.

“You know Stephen, maybe next time you pull this stunt you should check to make sure what carrier your victim has.” you typed out, laughing at yourself you even though you thought it was real for a moment.

“Okay but you have to admit, it was a pretty clever joke.” You couldn’t believe him, one moment you feel like you’re talking to an old man and then five seconds later you feel like your talking with a teenage boy.

The two of you talked for a bit, nothing very interesting was said, he did however tease you about your roommate coming to him about you.

“You know, I told her not to do that so it wasn’t my fault.”

“I know she told me, she was however very adamant about me getting in contact with you somehow, and when I gave up the idea of randomly running into you I begrudgingly turned to social media.”

“Yeah what’s the deal with you and social media anyway. Aren’t you like, a millennial?”

“No actually i just missed the mark for that one, I would have to be 37 to make it into that category, and though I admit I am very smart and did graduate early and all that jazz, I’m not THAT young of a world famous doctor.” you were shocked at how easily his arrogance showed.

“Oh okay, sorry old man.”

“Woah woah cool it on the age shaming, I’m 39 not 70.”

You weren’t really shocked by his age, I mean he’s a doctor, there’s no way he could be 25 like you, and besides, you had always said age is just a number, but you had to admit the 14 year age gap was suddenly slightly daunting.

The conversation went on, continuing the back and forth banter you two had going. About an hour later he let you know that he had a surgery earlier in the morning and would have to turn in for the night.

“But I would like to see you again, and soon, are you free tomorrow night?” your heart fluttered at the sight if this text.

“Yes” you kept your answer simple and to the point.

“Okay, well then I will pick you up at 7:30, be sure to look nice, goodnight.” and with that he was gone.

7:30, tomorrow night, look nice. Those words were running through your head and suddenly you couldn’t sleep. You spent almost an hour trying to think of something nice to wear in your head. Would you wear a nice top and slack? You thought about the look, realizing it was too Hilary of you. Next was to browse your dresses. You went through every dress you had in your head trying to figure out the perfect combo to go with. It wasn’t long until you got tired of your overthinking and drifted off to sleep.