Tristan
I opened the lunch box and smiled. Inside there was a turkey sandwich cut in the shape of a heart and a small delicious looking brownie. I shook my head. Damien always went all out while packing my lunch. He knew I always looked forward to his little cheesy surprises.
I took a bite of the sandwich and moaned. It tasted heavenly. My eyes closed of their own accord while my taste buds danced in delight. Damien Rogers was a damn good cook as he was a good doctor.
Damien was a general surgeon at New York Mercy. And judging by his salary he was a good one. With his busy and hectic schedule the guy barely found time to breathe but he never skipped on making me lunch.
A knock interrupted my foodgasm. I opened one eye to see my secretary Marly standing at the door. She had an amused look in her brown eyes as she studied me. I didn't blame her. Here I was, a 27 year old grown man and the Senior Editor of a renowned magazine moaning like a bitch in heat with a sandwich in my hand.
"Before you start judging me let me tell you that this is the best thing I have ever tasted," I said while taking another huge bite.
She gave me a droll look. "You literally say that every single day Tris. You really should invite me to dinner sometime so that I can meet this Damien that makes you moan like this."
"I have invited you idiot. Thrice. You cancelled on me all three times," I said while pretending to be offended. Marly shrugged and dropped some files on my table.
"Look through this boss. You need to submit reports on these within Thursday. "
I groaned as I looked at the fat files on my table. I would have to pull an overtime to work through these. I picked up my cell and dialed Damien's number.
He picked up after a few rings. "Hey Tris," his deep baritone voice spilled out from the speakers.
"Hey D. Listen I might be late tonight. So I am going to eat at the office. "
"Oh alright. But don't be too late okay?"
"Yeah Doc. I am always at your command," I teased and ended the call and prepared myself to wage war against those fat files sitting on my table.
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Doctors Orders (Manxman)
General FictionDamien Rogers and Tristan Cooper were the kind of friends you would look at and say 'friendship goals'. From high school best friends to college room mates they had been through everything together. And now as established professionals in their resp...
