next time I look up from my computer, Kyle is standing in the doorway looking relaxed and handsome.
“Oh my God, I totally forgot to order lunch. I got in the office and things got so crazy that it totally slipped my mind. I am so sorry,” I tell him, feeling like even more of a loser.
“That’s alright . If you’re able to take a break now, we can walk down the street, and catch a quick bite at the deli,” he says calmly.
“You know what? I haven’t taken a break at all this morning. Having Asher and Willow gone at the same time has made me a crazy woman. Let me just grab my purse. I really do just need to step away for a while.”
“Great, let’s go then,” he says with a smile.
Its late summer in Seattle, and I just love this time of year. Kyle walks close to my side, every once in a while he puts his arm around my waist pulling me close to avoid others on the sidewalk. This is a nice feeling. I really haven’t dated much, especially since Roger.
Stupid Roger.
We get to the deli and he holds the door open for me, like gentlemen should. We stand in line to place our orders and he even sticks to the agreement of letting me pay. The bright sunshine streams through the window, warming my already heated face as we take our seats with the food we ordered.
“You seem to know a lot more about me than I know about you. Tell me a little about yourself,” I say, as I take a bite of my sandwich. I hope that I don’t embarrass myself by wearing my lunch, which happens more often than I care to think about.
“Well there’s not too much to tell. After I graduated from high school I went to college for four years. Then I went into medical s chool for another four years. I entered a two year internship then a two year residency at the hospital. I just recently finished my residency and passed my boards. I am now officially board certified in obstetrics and gynecology, and I have been hired on at the same hospital I did all my training,” he says, and then takes a bite of his own sandwich.
“That is a lot of school. Was it all worth it?” I ask, getting a little more comfortable in our conversation.
“I’ll be honest , it was hard and it was a lot of long grueling hours. In the beginning, when I first started my internship, I questioned myself and my career path and wanted to quit.”
“ You had come so far, was there something specific besides the long hours that would have made you want to give it all up?” We have both finished our sandwiches and I should really be getting back to the office. I just want to know more about him though.
“That is another story for another time. What about you? Tell me about you.”
I get the impression there is a big story here. I wonder what could have made him want to give it all up. Every time I get a little information out of him he deflects the conversation back to being about me. He shared a little more, so I guess I can let it slide.
“OK, well , after I got my bachelor’s degree in marketing, I came to work for Asher. And I told you about my brothers and sister already. That’s pretty much it. I lead a very boring life. You said you have a sister. What does she do?” I ask hoping to get a little more information.
I watched as his face fell . I could swear his eyes got teary. I instantly felt guilty for prying. I knew he was turning the conversation back to me, and I pushed him too far.
“Look, I’m sorry you don’t need to answer that. I’m just nosy. Let’s talk about something else,” I say, trying to save the conversation.
T here is obviously something very deep going on in his life, I wonder if that has anything to do with why he almost gave up being a doctor.
“Amelia, I’m sorry . I didn’t mean to ruin lunch. I want to tell you. I really do. Maybe someday I will, but I’d really rather just not talk about it. I’m sorry,” he says as he opens his bag of chips.
“Don’t be sorry, really. Willow is being sent home today. I’m going