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Lørdag // 2. september // 17.45
“Isak, is there a reason you aren’t wearing your wedding ring?” Nina asks, walking into the bedroom, running a towel over her dripping hair.
“Oh,” Isak says from the bed, setting down his article he’s reading for the surgery he’s scrubbing in on in a few hours. “It’s just… I can’t wear it in surgery and I don’t want to loose it… so… “
“Oh,” Nina says, though Isak knows by now when she doesn’t say all she wants to.
“Baby,” Isak says, smiling at her and shifting onto his side to face her better and he reaches for her so she joins him on the bed. “I love you, yeah?”
Nina smiles and slips into Isak’s open arms. She kisses him, melting against his warm chest and Isak pulls her on top of him.
“You need to get going,” Nina says softly, grinning down at Isak.
Isak presses another kiss to Nina’s lips, but then sighs and rolls her back onto the bed. “If you insist.”
Nina laughs and playfully hits Isak in the arm. “Good luck tonight, rockstar.”
Isak shoots her a wink as he walks into the bathroom and then turns the water on to start his shower. Isak strips down and then peaks his head back out into the bedroom.
“I know you just showered, but want to join me?” Isak asks, mischievous grin on his lips.
Nina rolls her eyes, but gets up and chases Isak into the steaming shower.
~*~*~
Isak walks into the KB he goes to everyday on his way to work. He’s pretty much on autopilot, his mind otherwise occupied with the outline of his evening shift and he’s mentally running through his patients and figuring out the best order for his rounds.
It’s because of this that he’s so startled when he looks up after running off his order like it’s second nature and notices an unfamiliar face smiling at him from behind the register.
“Oh, um. Hi,” Isak says. “Sorry. You’re new.”
And also incredibly beautiful. Isak shakes himself at that thought, willing his heart to stop racing as he takes in the barista’s long porcelain neck, sparkling blue eyes and full, cherry-red lips.
“That I am,” The barista says with another dazzling smile, picking up a cup and sharpie. “Can I get a name for your order?”
“Isak,” Isak says, trying to get himself back on track. “I’m sorry. I’m just used to seeing the same guy here on my, um,... daily… visit.”
“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you,” The barista says and Isak casually checks his nametag - Even.
“No! Um, no. It’s not… I’m not disappointed,” Isak says a bit too enthusiastically, trying to hide the traitorous blush that’s creeping up his cheeks.
Even smiles, teeth catching his bottom lip as he nods once and then taps a button the the register, giving Isak his total. Isak tries very hard not to admire the way Even’s hair stays perfectly styled as his head bobs.
But just like that, the moment’s over and Isak moves to the end of the counter to wait for his coffee and Even is waiting on the next customer.
Isak isn’t blind, though, and he doesn’t miss the glance Even casts his way, secret smile on his mouth as he licks his lips and…yeah. Isak definitely ignores the way time seems to slow down for the single moment.
Isak also totally doesn’t almost spill his coffee the moment he gets it because he’s so flustered by the whole damn thing.
Isak silently ponders how inconvenient it would be to find a new place to get his daily caffeine fix.
Probably too fucking difficult.
Isak is definitely screwed if he doesn’t get himself under control, like now. He’s a doctor for fucks sake. A married doctor, thank you very much.
With that, Isak ducks his head and heads into the hospital, ready to change into his scrubs and start his fourteen hour shift.