Nightshift 62: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

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Taura didn't let heavy thoughts drag her footsteps down. She was around the corner and down into the main hall in two long strides.

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Maybe she would just blow him off.

Ramona liked the scenario in her head. The hellos, the blowing off, the walking away. There wasn't anything new to add to what was going on between them. In fact, it was a good thing she didn't like to externalize her internal thoughts about him, because she figured she sounded like a dumb school girl with a crush. This was the opposite problem. This was the anti-crush.

No, okay, even she had to admit it wasn't that. But it was definitely unwanted, so it wasn't going to be acknowledged or leveled with. Ramona was the best at being completely disinterested, wasn't she? She figured that was why her exes got so mad. Scott would just have to get used to it until it was true.

It didn't matter if it was never going to be. It didn't matter if Scott would always be unlike the others. Situations had changed and she was surviving or something. It called for it.

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