Locked In the call room with my House officer 😍 😍

Heads up! This didn't end as romantic as I expected.
It's my third medicine posting, and the universe placed me in the same unit with the most attractive House officer. Very brainy, tall, dark, and arrrrgghhh that voice 😍 😍. Let me not get started with the well-connected beards his nose mask has spared for us to see.

My first few weeks in the unit weren't even funny, everything I thought I knew was wiped away by the strike and I just kept falling my hand in front of him (thank God for the nose mask, 100% effective in hiding my shame).
Fast-forward to February 14th or as some people call it "Valentine's day". My unit was on call, I had read some stuff, so I saw it as an opportunity to redeem myself. I called him and he told me to meet him in the call room.

As I got there, I met him listening to some spirit chants while reading his Bible (oh lawwddd!!! Is this it!!! Everything I want in a man!!!).

 I got in and carefully shut the door behind me. I noticed that the handle of the door was broken, but I assumed that it had been like that for a while and he must have a way of manipulating it.
Praise the lord sisters and brothers, I redeemed myself in that room after some serious percussion 🥵🥵. We even got talking about God, purpose, Buhari, and other things two people who like each other talk about. It was February 14th and we just had to stray into the topic of love, with the way things went down that evening, I was sure he could mould a plaster into a ring to propose to me.

Finally, it was time to go, and that was when I realized that he just realized that the handle of the door was broken. It could only be open from outside. I tried, he tried and while I stepped back not to fight with the universe that wanted us to be together, I lifted my head to see if he was thinking what I was thinking.
Nooo ohhh, uncle was struggling with the door, with his teeth, his toes, his legs, and hands, I saw terrible things, it looked like he didn't want to be in that room with me one more minute. I was getting one "Joseph and Potiphar's wife" vibes.
He finally found a way of opening the door and that was the end of my "almost romantic Valentine's day". I packed my bag and my hotness and left the room.