Who: Anna Latham and Sweeney. What: Dinner, out Where: A Diner When: Evening Warnings: honestly who knows Status: closed, in progress
Anna was just off work as an ER nurse, and she was tired, but she'd agreed to meet Sweeney for dinner. They were freshly divorced and trying to find their way, it wasn't that Anna didn't miss him - she did - but her job had been too demanding and she'd refused to give it up. Which was fine, she was independent and a spitfire. She was in her scrubs, though, as she met him at the diner, her ID tucked into her pocket, her hair pulled back in a severe bun.
She still managed to look cute even when she was exhausted.
And not sure she was up for playing games. She found him at the booth and slid down across from him. "How was your day?" she asked sweetly as she ordered herself a soda and leaned back in the seat. She was not the meek, mild housewife he'd wanted her to be. Which really, was a shame. She did love him. She just didn't want to be anything but a nurse. She liked her job. She liked helping people.