“What?” Now that certainly got his attention. “How?”
“After you fixed my car with the plunger, you said that when working around here you had to be creative.” She let out a small laugh and the tension visibly left her shoulders. “After that awful coffee you made me yesterday, I decided to get creative with that first.” A shrug lifted her shoulders. “Didn’t hurt to ask my friend, you know?”
A grin split Miguel’s face and he relaxed, too. “Okay. I’ll take responsibility for that.”
A light rap on the door made them both jump, as if they had been guilty of doing something other than talking.
“We’ve got patients out here,” Carlos said through the door.
“Oh, dear.” Vicky pulled the door open and nearly collided with the assistant. “Sorry, Carlos. We had to get something straightened out.”
“Yeah. And thanks for the coffee,” he said. “Everybody loves it.”
“That’s great.”
“Think you could do something about doughnuts next?” The young man grinned and raced off to collect the next patient.
Vicky laughed. “He’s a great kid, isn’t he?” she asked Miguel as they left the lounge.
“He is. I hope he stays.”
“Why wouldn’t he stay?”
“He’s got bigger dreams than this clinic. At this point he thinks he wants to be a doctor. He’s got a long road ahead, if he really pursues it.” Miguel sighed, having already walked the path that Carlos wanted to take.
“You did it, why couldn’t Carlos?” she asked. “Seriously. There’s the state-funded lottery program he could apply for. As long as he graduated from high school, it’s guaranteed for college, right?”
“Yes. I just hope he doesn’t get … distracted.” The way his brother had, which had led to his demise.
“Well, guess we need to get back to the patients for now, and work on Carlos’s future later, right?”
“Yes.” He was pleased that they had solved the issue so quickly and so well and were right back to their professional roles. Contacting a coffee service for a donation wasn’t something that would have occurred to him. Maybe someone who came from a different background could be beneficial to the clinic. Time would tell.
“Why don’t you try the coffee?” she asked, and poured him a cup which he accepted, his fingers brushing over hers.
“I’m afraid my taste buds might keel over from exposure to real flavor,” he said, but took a sip anyway. He groaned in reluctant delight. “Be sure to thank your friend for me. This is fabulous.”
Vicky flushed with pleasure at his reaction. No man in her life had ever been as satisfied with something as simple as a cup of coffee. “I will.” She dashed off into a patient room.
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