Kimber stared at the plate as he revealed it, gulping lightly as the scent of fresh food infiltrated her nose. No matter how beautiful he was, or how appetizing that food looked, the thought of eating anything just then made her feel a little sick. After all, she'd just found out how limited her time was, and only so much of that time could be used for basic human needs. Normally she'd have gladly dug in, but, her stomach was simply too riled to agree with trying to put anything inside it. Of course, that didn't mean she wouldn't get hungry enough for it later, and she felt incredibly touched by his actions. None of the other nurses had been so kind, they'd barely spared her more than a pitying glance - if they looked at her at all. It was refreshing to have someone smile at her for some sort of good news, and even bring her something to celebrate it. So even if for now she wouldn't touch it, she gave him a bright smile with genuine appreciation glittering in her eyes.<br/><br/>"Wow...you really did that for me? It smells delicious too...Thanks!"<br/><br/>She blushed a bit as he held out his hand for her, and it took a moment for her to gather the courage to reach out and timidly place her delicate fingers into his palm. Immediately after she did, radiant warmth shot up straight back up her arm, sparks seeming to go flying through her. Perhaps it was really just because he was so good looking, but even the brief contact with him felt<i>good</i>. Most of the time, attractive men would've intimidated her, even while they weren't paying her any attention. But he just felt...different. Unlike others she'd seen. Was that just because he'd brought her something to eat? Surely not...though, he didn't seem to have that edge of cocky self-confidence other good looking men held. Instead, he seemed to have an incredible kindness about him, something that was so naturally gentle.<br/><br/><i>"I'm not just seeing what I want to see here, am I?"</i>she wondered.<br/><br/>Eventually she was shaken from her musings, and sat up a little straighter as she realized he had asked for her name. No doubt he probably knew, being a nurse meant he had access to some information, such as which patients were in what rooms. But still, she didn't need to be rude to him, especially if she planned on trying to flirt a little. Not that it could ever go anywhere, but still.<br/><br/>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Danny. Ah I-I'm Kimberly - Kimber. That is, I go by Kimber. Kimmy to my mom, actually. Oh but you don't have to call me that, Kimber or Kimberly is totally fine."<br/><br/><i>"Smooth, you gonna tell him your childhood nicknames too?"</i>she mentally quipped at herself.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath as she pulled her hands to her lap, nervously wringing her fingers together. Okay, so living life to the fullest was hard when you hadn't done so before, at least in terms of chatting up a cute - well, hot - nurse. He hadn't seemed to lose interest yet, so hopefully that was a good sign. But she'd need to watch herself, if she came off too nervous around him, he might actually lose interest. Unless awkwardness didn't bother him, which she couldn't actually tell by watching him and his reactions. And on a different note, now that introductions were over, she was at a stand still. What was she supposed to say? 'You're super gorgeous, can I have your number?' As if. He probably got that all the time. She needed to do this more carefully, a little more-<br/><br/>Sweet mercy had he just asked her out on a date?!<br/><br/>She couldn't help her jaw going slightly lax, opening and closing as she tried to find the words to say. He'd seriously asked to take her out. But that couldn't possibly be what he was trying to do! He was just doing his job, right? Something like trying to cheer up the 'You have a year to live' folk. Or he meant take her out of her room, on a walk outside or something. Or in other words, something not romantic. Yet, he looked at her sincere, nothing about his demeanor seemed mischievous, or like he was trying to trick her. Which would mean that he<i>was</i>serious. He<i>did</i>want to take her out on a date. Seriously...what kind of irony was that? She had to develop an incurable illness just to get asked out?! And speaking of...he did know she didn't have long left to live, right? Did nurses get told that kind of info about patients? She couldn't get his hopes up, or her own. No matter where they'd stand after he left her little sterile room, she was doomed to die. No white-picket fence dream life would be possible with her. If he didn't know that....then she'd have to enlighten him to that. As in, right away. There was no use in giving any false hope, was there?<br/><br/>Then again...One date couldn't hurt. When would she get another chance to go out with such a good-looking guy? Probably never. A lot could happen in a year, but chances of running into another model-status man who wanted to spend time with her? Zilch to not-happening.<br/><br/>"Um, sure. Once I'm out of here, I don't see why not. What were you thinking? Dinner and a movie, maybe?"<br/><br/><i>"I'll just tell him at some point during the date that I'm not someone he can plan a future with. But keeping contact wouldn't be so bad, maybe I'll get a friend out of this,"</i>she thought a little sadly.