Liz's mind was unable to process the information Chris just dumped at her. Isn't this Christian Snow, her untouchable surgeon-idol, a friendly coworker with whom she has lunch at work?
During today's lunch, his behavior degraded from friendly to unpleasant and meddling and now… did he say: 'lifelong partner'? Did he kind-of propose a marriage to her?
His words bounced on top of her head on repeat, her brain refused to absorb and process them, and she was not sure what is going on, but she didn't like that he is holding onto her hand. His thumb caressed the back of her palm, and the sensation was… awkward.
Liz pried her hand free from his and before she managed to hide it under the table, he grabbed it again and pulled it toward him. This time his hold was firmer, and she was unable to wiggle it out.
She frowned and looked at his expectant eyes, and she knew that he is expecting an answer, but she had none to give.
