wickerpark | 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."

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"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.

And so it begins again....

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