When fate turned an urgent care visit to a trip to the emergency room, our paths crossed when Adam started taking my vital signs. I thought for sure I was being featured in an episode of Grey’s Anatomy or Punk’d; no hospital worker has such perfect hair and smile without a makeup team, right?! Sparks were quietly flying each time he stepped in the room and transported me to my imaging exams. With results trickling in, normal after normal, I excused my parents from the ER since no urgent findings were apparent - other than some undeniable chemistry. Adam asked if he could continue visiting my room since it was a slow shift, which of course I didn’t mind. As a patient, I knew there was a line not to be crossed with healthcare workers so my internet stalking began as soon as I was discharged. From Facebook I learned he wasn’t active online enough to accept my friend request for at least two years, therefore I had to rethink my move. Once I found a “thank you” card to my liking the next day, I added a charming note ending with my phone number and probably a smiley face. I kindly asked the receptionist at his job to have the card left in Adam’s cubby once she confirmed he wasn’t working that night. A few long, painful days passed by before I woke up to a text from an unknown number saying “Hey this is adam. I got your card :)”