My Mate, Their Prodigy

a fool, and this was her motivation to keep hoping Calvin would mysteriously pop by the hospital one day looking for his future- her. Since she couldn't smell him or anythin

for three hours and be back by seven. You're spending the night with her, Erica would be assisting." That was the head nurse. She looked to the girl on the bed who seemed to be a bit relieved at her dismissal. "Thank you ma'am, I'd be back by seven." She did a little courtesy bow and grabbed the keys to her locker from the tray next to her. She exited the room and headed straight for the locker room to call her sister, she was going to that lunch before taking any nap. She was long overdue for a real from her continuous boring life. "I have three hours of break, wanna have that lunch with me?" She asked the moment Kendo answered the call, not even giving her a space to breathe. Kendo grinned from the other end. "Like I'd miss hearing your mischievous adventures for anything." It was Jayla's turn to grin as she fished her belongings from the locker. "I'd spend forty minutes with you, I don't want to be sleeping on duty." Kendo's rich laugher drifted across the room. She wedged the phone between her ear and shoulder and locked the door. "See you in ten minutes?" "Make that five." Jayla corrected before hanging up. Grinning she walked into the stalls and strip off and into her regular clothes. Today she was wearing the fragrance she'd worn last night, if Kendo said to wear it more often, then she'd do just that. Her regular clothes was a flair skirt and a cotton shirt, not anything fancy. She tired her hair up in a bun, splashed cold water on her face and applied lipgloss. She looked like a straight out of 'strawberry girl' colouring book, so freaking plain. But she was perfectly dressed for lunch. Outside the hospital today were no stupid strangers to bump into, just the cool evening breeze and the wonderful sight of the setting sun. ** "You look shit." Kendo complimented when she finally joined her at the table. Jayla rolled her eyes feeling the need to defend herself. "It doesn't matter what I wear, my patients always see me in white scrubs." Kendo's nose wrinkled at the thought of a hospital, the smell of antiseptic and blood. "Straighten your face Kendo, the clock for your fourty minutes is ticking." "Right." Kendo said picking the menu from where Jayla had dropped it. "Rice and Chinese sauce." Kendo spoke up when she'd made a choice for both of them. Jayla shot her a thumb in approval. "It's fine with me." "Perfect." Kendo murmured appreciatively and waved a waitress over. "Good day ladies, welcome to Bon appetit, what can I help you with?" "Rice and Chinese sauce, I don't know, can we have a bowl of not so crispy chicken nugget?" The girl had her