Dr. Adam Berkowitz (tkdoc) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-06-24 15:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.12.11, adam, adam and tessa, tessa |
Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Who: Adam and Tessa
What: Forcing Convincing Adam to go on a blind date
When: 10.12.11 - Wednesday Afternoon
Where: The James Peterson Memorial Clinic
Warnings: Hilarity
Tessa was a woman on a mission. She was five feet and four inches of determination as she strutted through the clinic, heels clicking against the floor, bound and determined to convince Adam Berkowitz that he had a date on Friday. Felicity was working on Izumi and it was her job to work on the dorky Dr. B. She grinned when she found him coming out of one of the exam rooms and all but pushed him against the wall to keep him from being able to go anywhere. "Adam, I have got to talk to you," she told him as if it was the end of the world or a life or death situation. "Clear your schedule Friday. You've got a date."
Only his powers saved Adam from losing the file in his hand. It levitated behind her, papers getting shoved back in. He couldn't lift anything heavier than a college textbook with his telekinesis, but the Jewish doctor's fine control was so good he could pick up a pen and fill out a script from across the room. Nobody could read the writing, but it wasn't any worse than Adam's usual scrawl. Actually, it was probably more legible.
"Oy, Tessa!" he protested. She just had to pin him to the wall like that and announce that. Not that she wasn't attractive, but he knew Tessa wasn't interested in him. Straightening out his glasses, Adam did a double take. "What?"
"A date!" she said. "You know, two people going to dinner or dancing or a movie. Hell even a walk in the park," she explained as if that was what he was asking. "Felicity has this girl that works for her, Izumi, totally cutie, and you have to go on a blind date with her. Only not really blind because I've got a picture of her in my phone that I can show you. Even if what she looks like shouldn't really matter all that much, but you have to say yes." Indeed. She was determined he was going to agree, damn it. "So, date, Friday. Dress nice. Impress her."
Oy vey. A blind date. Not that he hadn't been on enough blind dates to fill a school for the visually impaired at this point. His mother and grandmother had continually set him up with nice girls, hoping one of them would make a good wife. It never worked out, for one reason or another. Mostly because Adam was married to his job and forgetful. Women took offense to both things in general. "I thought I left the yentas back in New York," he muttered, mostly to himself. "How do you know I'm not seeing somebody already?" he challenged. Not that he was, but Tessa was assuming. Okay, well intentioned assuming. "I could have plans for Friday night. It's Shabbat. I can't even drive on Shabbat. That makes dating awkward."
"Because you're always here," she told him. "And because there are no pictures on your desk and no one ever rings your cell," she added. "A doctor with a girlfriend gets fifty billion text messages daily. Yours only rings if you've got a patient calling." She wasn't stupid. She was extremely observant. "If you can't drive, have her come to you. Have dinner in. Is it illegal to do that too on Shabbat?" she asked. "You Jewish people confuse me."
"That's because I had to repeatedly ask Bubbeh to not call me at work," he told her. "And she hasn't figured out how to text yet. Thank the Almighty." He sighed. He knew Tessa was meaning well and he didn't not want to date. "Yeah, that's why we don't usually date Gentiles." He sighed. "Give me her number. I can make my own plans. I've done this before. Trust me." He'd been on more blind dates than planned ones. "Besides, they we can commiserate about our well meaning co-workers who can't leave us in peace. We already have something in common even."
Tessa pulled out her phone and texted Felicity, asking for Izumi's number. It barely took a couple of seconds for the other woman to reply. She gave the number to Adam and gave him a stern glare. "You better call her. If you don't, I'll know. I have eyes and ears everywhere. You've been warned."
Adam handed Tessa his phone so she could put the number in herself. Grabbing the file that had been floating there the entire conversation, he let go of it with his powers before he gave himself a headache. Well, a different kind of headache. "Yes, Bubbeh," he shot back. "Are you going to complain about what I had for lunch and how I don't get enough sleep too?" Really, did every woman who knew him have to mother him to death?
"Maybe," Tessa replied. "You're too thin and not eating enough, now that you mention it. And you spend too much time here when you should be home resting," she added, smirking a little at him as she took a step back and returned his phone to him. "Call her. She's a sweet girl from what I hear and she could probably use a break as much as you can. It'll be good for the both of you."
"Oy," he muttered, tucking his phone back into his pocket. "I'm sorry I brought it up. And I take every Friday evening and Saturday off. So do not start with me." As for not eating, he frequently forgot meals for whatever reason and well, eating kosher wasn't always easy. He ate a lot of ice cream from the vending machine in the breakroom, when he did remember. Ice cream was always kosher. And had sugar, which was vital. "Can I go now? I have a patient-" he looked at the schedule on the file in his hand. "Okay, now I have two patients waiting. Oy."
"Fine," she said, flashing him a smile. "Go on," she said. "Get out of here. I've got a couple of patients waiting myself," she sighed, taking another step back from him. "Call her," she directed again. "I'll see you later, Adam." Turning and heading off down the hall, she grinned a little to herself as she sent a text off to Felicity letting her know that Adam would call Izumi. All in a days work.
"Yenta means busybody," he shot back after her. "I will. Only to save her this kind of nagging. Oy." Not that he minded. Adam was fighting a smile. Maybe this girl would be nice. He hadn't been on a date since he moved to DC. But if he didn't play the henpecked male, he wasn't playing his part right. As much as he pretended it annoyed him, this was pretty much what he knew.
"Dr. B," one the nurses said. "Room four is waiting for their script."
Adam groaned. He hated when he got derailed. "Oh yeah, sorry," he said, scribbling down the request so the nurse could give it to the patient. "Now what was I doing?"