“Do you like it?” Amy asked her with a forced smile, obviously trying to make conversation to salvage the bad start.
“Working with him? I love it,” Briana said. She looked up at me with stars in her eyes. “You know what he said to me the other day? You guys will love this story. We had this patient with a degloving injury to the scalp. Half his face was peeled off, really gory. Anyway, we patched this guy up and Jacob grabs me and pulls me into a supply closet and looks me in the eye and says, ‘Briana, I would love you even if you didn’t have a face.’”
I almost choked on my laugh. Her story was so unexpected it completely threw me out of my anxiety spiral.
Amy looked back and forth between us like she was trying to tell whether Briana was joking.
I coughed into my fist, still smiling. “It’s true. I said it.”
Amy pressed her lips into a line. “That’s so sweet,” she said flatly