Kim had left the party shortly after, tormented by emotions she did not want to admit.
Kim glanced to her right as a bright red car pulled in alongside her. Her heart stopped beating when she saw that inside the bright red car were none other than Tony and Jenny. Together.
"Hi, Kim," Tony said, swinging open his door.
"Hello," Kim replied, giving him a curt nod. She suppressed an instinct to run away and instead stood still, politely waiting for them to join her.
"Jenny," he said, standing up. "You remember Kim Risson?"
Jenny hesitated as she slammed her door.
"From last night," Tony said.
She laughed. "I don't remember much about last night." She glanced at her watch. "Oh boy, I've got to hustle. I'm late. All because of you," she said, nudging Tony with her elbow.
Kim swallowed as she picked up her pace. So much for Tony changing his ways.
Tony scurried to keep up with Kim. "Jenny works with the thoracic team."
"How nice," Kim said, giving him a look that she hoped would stop him in his tracks. It didn't.
"Transplant coordinator," he said, as if Kim cared. She didn't. The only thing she cared about was never seeing him again.
Jenny made a sharp right turn as soon as she headed into the hospital. "Bye, guys. Tony, I'll see you tonight around six," she said, taking off her coat as she ran toward Administration. Kim and Tony were left alone. Kim continued walking, hurrying toward the elevator.
"Jenny is…"
"I don't really care about Ginny…"
"Jenny," Tony corrected her.
"Whatever her name is," she interrupted, pressing the elevator button.
"She's a transplant coordinator. She lives—" he began.
"Look," she interrupted him, impatiently hitting the elevator button again. "You don't have to explain anything. It's none of my business who you spend your time with."
The elevator doors opened and an elderly woman stepped out. "Good morning, Dr. Hoffman," she said, breaking into a smile. "I'm glad I ran into you. I have a question about my husband…"
Kim used the distraction to escape inside the elevator. The doors snapped shut before Tony could join her.
"What's the matter," her father asked. "Didn't you enjoy yourself last night?"
Kim forced a smile. "It was all right."
"That bad, huh?"
Kim smiled. "The shrimp was good."
"Did you, ah… run into Tony there?"
Kim nodded. "Yes," she said. "He was there."
"Did you talk to him?" he asked hopefully.
She paused, looking at him suspiciously. "Dad… what are you up to?"
"Nothing."