Your name is Linnea Emberlin Morrow and you're a trauma surgeon at Kruger-Smith Memorial Hospital. You are 29 and single, too wrapped up in your job to think about a man. But, one day, in walks a handsome man, tall and tan with midnight hair and rich, hazel eyes. He introduces himself as Dr. Orson Isaiah Fairchild, he's the new neurosurgeon at Kruger-Smith!
You convince yourself that there's no way Dr. Fairchild would ever go for you, but you flirt with him now and then anyways. One day, it's just you and he in the break room. You're talking for a bit, laughing and such. But then the conversation pauses. You maintain eye contact, intense eye contact at that. You've got a million thoughts racing through your mind in just the few seconds since you stopped talking; does he like me back? will he ask me out? will he ki-- your thought is interrupted when his lips touch yours. It's such a sweet kiss, but when he sees the clock, he realizes he's late for surgery. He apologizes and rushes off. You're left standing there, overwhelmed and happy all at the same time.
A few days later, Orson approaches you in the hallway and he asks you out to dinner, he mentions a nice Italian restaurant he loves. You say yes!