Doreen arrived at the center on a foggy, Canaria morning. She was cheerful as she came in. The Center had become well established and she was pretty much in charge of it. Subtle changes, mostly in scheduling, had left the staff in good spirits and morale. As she came in, she met the resident in charge to brief with him before he went home.
"Anything unusual?" she asked of him.
"No, no, fairly quiet," he responded, "just a couple of overworried mothers with young children coming in but they were discharged."
After a brief pause, he continued, "Say, did you hear? Dr. Holliday turned over the Ambassador's robes of TAZ to one of his own."
"Really?" she said in surprise, taking a sip of coffee, "maybe he'll bless us with his presence for once."
"It would be nice," he replied. "It would also be nice if you would let me take you out to dinner at some point."
She just smiled and replied, "I already told you, I don't date co-workers!"
With that, she began her shift, making patient rounds.