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And so it begins again....

Hadyn stared at his coffee with a look of betrayal as he yawned. He was not a fan of his current rotation, he thought to himself. Surgery was too long, and time consuming for him. Still, his advisers were set on trying to convince him to take it on. 'You're really quick to it', Dr. Thompson had told him last week, 'took too it much faster than the others. You'd make a fine surgeon.' But honestly, it wasn't what he wanted. He was the top of the class, though, and everyone was trying to sway him to their cause. And they were causes.

He'd already decided what he was going to do, though. Even if he couldn't bring himself to break Dr. Thompson's heart, yet.

Standing, Hadyn closed his notebook with his application to Ann and Robert H. Lurie Children's Hospital of Chicago's residence program for Emergency Medicine, and he picked up his coffee. Family Care was what he thought the world needed more of, and honestly it was something he thought he could enjoy. Maybe even Pediatrics, but he imagined he would grow uncomfortable with only ever tending to children.

"I need a life," he decided as he turned to walk out of the coffee shop with his coffee in hand. He was clearly still lost in his own thoughts, though, as he ran right into someone else- splashing his still warm coffee onto the other man's shirt. "Oh, damn. Sorry...I..." he looked up, and for a moment seemed to forget what he was going to say. "I'm, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking. Uh, let me get a napkin."

Smooth, man, Smooth.

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It wasn't hot coffee, at least, Elisha thought. Still, not the way he wanted to continue a morning that had started with the ritual bemoaning of the impracticality of art as a career. Familes, honestly.

"It's fine," he said, though, only sounding a little impatient. "Good reason to stick with black. You never know when you're going to be accosted by someone with a coffee cup and too much shit to juggle." If he was going to be accosted, though, things could be worse. At least he was cute.

"As long as you look good in black, at least." Hadyn said with a smile as he looked down at the napkin he was holding and then the rest of the stranger. "You would definitely fall into that category I believe."

It was a terrible that he didn't have more free time for dating, Hadyn thought. "I'm Hadyn, and....I do not normally juggle so much that I spill precious coffee on people. It is, after all, practically gold. And the only thing running through my veins."

Elisha shrugged a little. He had friends who claimed he was a bit egotistical, but he didn't see a point in fake modesty. He did look good in black.

"Elisha," he said, raising his brows a bit as he took the napkins from Hadyn and patted his shirt dry...ish himself. "I didn't realize I was in the way of a transfusion. You should let me get you a new donation."

"Ah, coffee is the life blood of anyone in my position." Hadyn said, smirking a little. He glanced down at his own scrubs and wondered why life hated him. He would meet someone handsome, and charming...the moment he got off of shift and was in serious need of sleep. And dressed in a hideous pale green scrubs.

"But...I wouldn't say no to a new donation." He said, despite himself. He didn't really need the coffee. He just needed to stay awake long enough on the bus to make sure he got off at the right stop. And hope he didn't drink so much coffee that he couldn't face plant on his bed.

If one listened to his mother - and really, it would be a serious mistake not to listen to Reina Kagan - a doctor was always attractive. He wasn't sure why, himself. It's not like they needed a high paying professional job in the family.

Hadyn, on the other hand, was attractive aside from the medical degree. "I think I could make that effort for the medical community," he said, before glancing across the street at Northwestern. "Are you on the way in or out?" he asked.

If one listened to his father, he was wasting his life by not becoming a surgeon. But that was neither here nor there at this particular moment, and thinking about his father tended to sour his moods.

"Out, definitely out. Think I spent all night there," he had. He had been tapped to help with a difficult surgery, and had had the privilege of acting like a glorified nurse through a 12 hours surgery that had lasted well into the night. Right up to his shift start in the ER. Then someone finally took pity on him and told him to go.

He did look dead on his feet, Elisha thought. And young. Probably a little too young for him, really - he was firmly in his thirties now. But it only gave him a brief qualm.

"Then I should definitely buy you the coffee," he said. "Can't have you passing out on the CTA. I'm guessing it's a mistake made by many medical personnel." And also...others. Not that he was admitting anything, but his studio was in the Ukrainian Village. And his apartment was not.

"I wouldn't say no to coffee," or a drink. Or dinner. Damn. He really needed to either get out more, or just start hooking up with other students. Not that he found the others all that attractive, but yeah. Coffee. Falling asleep on CTA was something he only needed to do once to never wish it on himself again.

Turning, both men made their way back into the shop and ordered their coffee. Nothing fancy....just good ole plane, black coffee. With a ridiculous amount of sugar. And then they sat. Because you couldn't very well take the coffee onto CTA. Not just because he wanted to chat up a hot, older man.

"So I feel I am at a disadvantage, here. You know what I do, but what is it you do?"

"I'm an artist," Elisha said. It was, he thought, not so much a profession, but he was lucky enough that he had a cushion. He could do it, even if he wasn't really famous.

Known, just not famous.

"A friend of mine has a gallery not too far from here and she lives on the coffee here, so I drop in whenever I drop in on her." And Lauren was pulling an all-nighter, so he was going to be murdered for his no show any minute now.

"An artist," Hadyn said with a smile as he leaned back in his chair. "I'm...not as surprised as I probably should be." When he thought about it, Elisha did have the look of an artist to him. The black, for one. The perfectly mussed hair for another.

"Oh? I hope I'm not keeping you from an important date," Hadyn said, trying to think of what gallery was near by. It wasn't that hard, he thought; until he thought about it. And realized he had no concept of where an art gallery was in the neighborhood.

They were in the heart of ritzy downtown - the question was more where wasn't there a gallery? But Elisha just smirked a little. "Not so much. The landscapes she's hanging are boring, anyway. I mostly will just be showing up for the free pizza."

The free food at the actual opening would be on the more upscale end, but in his opinion it was hard to beat sausage and cheese.

"Aren't all landscapes boring?" Hadyn asked with a smirk. "Not that I honestly know much about art. I have to admit to that. I own....Ikea art." Which was probably just sad. But then, neither he nor Jordan were really home much to worry about how the Ikea art looked or what it said about them.

"Though, I do feel more guilt over the lose of free food. A man should never turn down free food, even at the expense of hanging boring art for someone." Not that he was sure that Elisha was doing any manual labor for his friend, but you know. He could also be 'dating' his friend. Might as well test the waters....ish. Maybe. Hell, he wasn't even sure he remembered how to flirt right.

"Oh, so those street sign things and random stripes in a frame?" He sounded less judgmental about it than simply amused. Most people he met didn't get art; they especially didn't get it when he explained what kind of art he did.

His father simply described it as 'my son plays with fire in several distinct ways.'

"It's true. You're depriving me. Of course, I wasn't really going to be allowed to do much anyway. And Lauren can always call the boyfriend. I think the current one works on one of those CTA construction crews." Message received and responded to.

Hadyn laughed at that, looking away for a moment as he ran his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "Yeah, yeah." He said with a warm smile as he looked back at Elisha. "To be fair, all of my stuff comes from Ikea, and I don't really spend much time there."

He spent it at work, school. However someone wanted to look at it. "Maybe after I sell my soul completely to the medical field, I'll spent enough time there to care how....print something is." Or something like that. But the mention of Lauren's boyfriend? That also brought a bit more of a smile to his lips.

"You can't knock the those CTA crews now, some of them are rather attractive." He said with a laugh. "Or so I hear."

"Meh, too beardy for me." Beardy was absolutely a word.

"Well, once you're a well-paid doctor, you can wander into her gallery, and she'll tell you everything you should be putting out." Even boring landscapes. They tended to be the gateway drug for someone recovering from Ikea.

He took a drink of his coffee and raised a brow. "So what kind of doctoring are you planning to do?" He asked. Hadyn didn't look old enough to be in a residency program yet.

"Oh, maybe I want to stick to my Prints." Hadyn said with some amusement before he sipped at his coffee and leaned back in his chair. "I don't know that I could handle a personal art shopping experience."

But that was not really something he had to worry about any time soon. "As for beards. I don't know, I sort of find them attractive. Very manly." Also, he was a personal fan of only shaving when he had to.

As for his specialization, well. "Heh, that is the million dollar question." He said with a smirk, looking at his note book for a moment. Taking another sip of coffee and just shrugged a little. "Advisers really want me to take my residency as a surgeon. But...I don't know. Leaning more towards Emergency Medicine. Family Care."

He was older than he looked. "Don't have long to decide, really. Residency applications are due in about a week or so."

"You should probably do what you want," Elisha said. It was, after all, the way he lived his own life. "Life is long enough without adding a career you're not really interested in." That had been his response when his mother had claimed that he could work in the family business and do art.

It would, she'd said, just be a job. He didn't have to love his job. And that was true enough, but he could love it - so why not?

"Applying to places here, or are you ready to get out?" It was said with mild interest, but really - no point in giving Hadyn his number if he was planning to relocate to Tucson or something.

"Fair point," Hadyn said with a smirk. He didn't really have plans to be a surgeon. He already knew that wasn't in his cards from the start, but it was nice to hear someone else agreeing with his point of view for once. Well, aside from his brother.

"Oh, I like Chicago." Hadyn said with smile, tapping the table gently. "Filling out a few applications, but I don't think I'll have an issue getting into any of them." It was the benefit to being first in his class. "But you never know. Residencies are a competitive thing."

"That's what one hears from the tv shows," Elisha says, taking another drink of his coffee and looking down at his cup. It was almost empty, he thought. Which meant he should probably get a move on.

Both the Lauren's, and with giving the hot doctor his number. Especially since apparently he wasn't quite as babyfaced as he looked at first glance. "I should let you get to the train," he said. "But maybe we can try something like this again."

Hadyn's eyes twinkled a little at that. He'd...like that a lot, he thought as he watched Elisha. "Yeah, I'd like that." He said, grinning.

"Doing this again, not...well. Getting to the train probably is just a good idea at the moment." He admitted with a laugh, and sigh. It did also mean he was going to have to get up and walk to the CTA station.

"Here," he said, pulling out his older receipt and jotting down his phone number. It was a New York number, but it worked the same. He wrote his name down 'Hadyn- Hot guy with the coffee' on it as well.

Elisha tilted his head as he read the scribbled note, and then pocketed it. "Worried I won't be able to place you?" he said. "You know, I could program you into my phone that way."

He turned his own receipt over and scribbled a local number on it. "Mine. So you'll answer the phone instead of thinking I might be selling a timeshare in Florida." Of course, he'd probably text first. But nonetheless.

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