<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><em>Nurse Amaya Forman, sitting with Dr. Jackson and Dr. Montero</em></strong> </span></span><br/><br/>Lost in her thoughts was certainly one way to describe the nurse sitting there across from Dr. Montero.  She hadn't even realized someone had sat across from her, much less asked her a question, until the shadow of Dr. Jackson suddenly drew Amaya's eyes away from the drab wall she had been 'focusing' on.  A flutter of thick lashes had her thoughts swimming away as she looked doe eyed at him, then Dr. Montero, and then back to Dr. Jackson.  There wasn't a moment to say much, the piece of cucumber she had been holding on the end of her fork for the last ten minutes suddenly dropped when the doctor's lips brushed warm over her cheek, flesh that was soon spotting pink, and Amaya shifted in her chair, uncrossed and recrossed her legs beneath the table.<br/><br/>Laying aside the fork, she smiled warmly, with a hint of shyness, to Doctor Jackson, first brushing her already clean hand on the napkin in her lap before extending it back toward his.  He'd certainly been noticed, as well, and for a moment her eyes brightened.<br/><br/>"Nurse Amaya Forman," introduced before she took a sip of her milk and curiously eyed just how much ketchup he had been applying to his fries, and then the chicken.  She hadn't tried the fries yet, still having been making her way through the salad.  They didn't look anymore appetizing with the ketchup and definitely had her thinking twice about hers.  Slightly scrunching her nose, she eased away the last few bites of her salad and then picked up the cherry Popsicle, its wrapper set neatly on her plate.  Her tongue swept out to catch any errant juices from the frozen treat before she wrapped her lips around the top, suckled for a brief moment to savor the taste before lowering it to hover over the plate, not chancing any drops falling on the table.<br/><br/>"How long have you been a doctor, Doctor?  It must be so fascinating saving people's lives.  I bet you're an amazing Doctor," she (mostly) gushed, smiling wider as she leaned forward a little in her chair, before hearing her mother's voice in the back of her head and immediately straightened, the Popsicle once more slid between her lips and innocently toyed with as she kept her bright eyes focused on him.