One late night, I was cleaning the last OR room. They had a late surgery and I was left to clean up, which was my job and I was used to staying later than everyone else. I was working around the room when I heard a voice that scared the shit out of me.

"Do you need any help?" Zale's voice rang through the room and I almost screamed. I thought he was gone.

"Shit!" I jumped.

Zale chuckled a deep chuckle. I got goosebumps. "Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"

My heart was hammering. "Oh, it's fine. I needed to make sure I'm still alive! I'm good!" He chuckled. "I just have to finish wiping things down and mop then make the bed. (It was an OR table but I called it a bed, super uncomfortable. However, anyone that is lying on one is unconscious.)

Zale chuckled again. He shocked me as he grabbed the mop and mopped the floor. He helped me make the bed and stock the room for the next surgery. We talked about favorite bands and favorite songs as we worked. It was a fun night.

I cleaned up my mop bucket, dumped the water and got the laundry to the dirty room as Zale said goodnight and he left. I thought he was gone. I finished up and turned off the lights. A shocked Zale rushed out of the locker room tying his scrubs.

"So, I just sat on the toilet and the lights turned off!" Zale's voice scared the shit out of me again today.

"That's twice in one day!" I shouted as I almost screamed again and he laughed. I blushed and chuckled. "I am so sorry! I just turned the lights off on you!"

Zale chuckled. "You did!"

"Shit! I am so sorry." I rushed to the switch and turned them back on. "Sorry!"

Zale laughed. "Man, I sat on the toilet and... darkness! There is no safety light in that room!"

I covered my face. "Here you are helping me out and I just turned off the lights!"

"That's what I get for helping, huh! I see how I'm treated around here!" Zale smiled his sexy smile. His face was beautiful.

This wasn't helping my crush. He was so fucking adorable and sexy. We chatted for a few minutes. "You better get going..." I didn't want to change in front of him... but it happened anyway.

We walked into the locker room together. "Well, at least I know that my heart is working today!" I chuckled as I opened my locker and pulled out my clothes. We couldn't wear our regular street clothes inside the OR. So, I was changing clothes with my crush and I tried not to look. Neither of us looked as we changed and I tried to ignore the feelings I had for him. I was sure he didn't share them. We said good night in the parking lot.