"Violet" I called out as I wandered into the lobby only to meet the receptionist's desk empty. Where is this sweet old lady?
"Violet" I called out again. She might be in the washroom, I assumed.
"She took a day off," Dr. Owens says behind me with his calm soothing voice, getting me a little frizzled.
"Oh," I reacted, swirling around to greet him with a charming smile I could manage to muster.
"What did you bribe her with?" I lightly asked wondering how he managed to convince Violet to take a day off, knowing how she loves to work without a break to prove to her kids she is still strong enough to look after herself.
Dr. Owens chuckled. "A washing machine, obviously," he jested.
I laughed." Violet and her silly love for doing laundry at midnight" We both laugh at my teasing words.
He dashes a warm smile at me. I caught my breath for some seconds. His smile made a flutter hit my tummy.
