Summary:
Why were all these men from the Pitt suddenly chasing after Mel, Langdon wondered. They’d never even seen her shake her hair out of her braid after shift.
Word spreads across the Pitt that Dr. Mel King is looking for a boyfriend. Langdon throws his hat in the ring.
“Did you hear?” McKay leans against the counter to ask Langdon under her breath. They’re waiting at Central Command on an average Monday, a couple minutes before grand rounds. “Ahmed asked our Dr. King out on a date.”
A delighted smile cracks across Langdon’s face. How hilarious. The bookie of the Pitt, Ahmed Zidan, dating Langdon’s goofy, sweet, awkward best friend. “I wish I could have seen that. Her turning him down, I mean.” Langdon could just picture the wine stain blush on Mel’s cheeks. Glorious.
“No, that’s the thing,” says McKay, gleeful. “She said yes. They’re going out next Saturday.”
The smile slides off Langdon’s face. Mel, going on a date? With the security guard?
“I’m just glad people are finally recognizing what a catch she is,” McKay remarks, which falls on deaf ears. Langdon feels like the floor opens up to swallow him.
Mel said… Mel said yes? His Mel?