His words snapped me out of my trance-like focus on organizing my patient's room. I turned to the doorway to see the man I've noticed many times but never spoken with. I am at a loss for words as he speaks to me. I haven't had such direct communication in a very long time.
"All day long I clean and I listen to everything that is going on around me. I see how people treat each other here. I know how kind you are. I know how much you love. I see you."
He is beautiful. Beautiful enough for me to walk slower when he's mopping the hallway and stare long enough to get teased by the other nurses. So beautiful I find it hard to respond to him as he's talking to me because I'm afraid I won't make any sense.
"You know me, huh?" I can feel the heat in my face.
"Yes. And you already know that you are beautiful, but I have to tell you anyway. I cannot stop looking at you. I think about when I'm going to see you again everyday. You are a goddess."
I am smiling, slouching and looking at the ground. He is staring steadily at me. It suddenly crosses my mind that maybe he has a bet with his friend that he can convince me to sleep with him. Maybe he has ten other girlfriends on other floors of the hospital. Maybe he has a wife and kids at home.
I stop smiling and look up. "I have no idea if you are for real," I tell him.
"I will prove this to you, then." He walks away carrying a bag of trash from my patient's room.
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