Who: Santiago and Jolene-Lucille
What: Being cute.
Where: The hospital.
When: Tuesday

It wasn't often that Jolene visted her husband at work. The hospital made her feel a bit squeamish, and she tended to avoid places where her clumsiness might have catastrophic effects. But today she decided that she wanted to do something extra-nice for him, and so had prepared him his favorite lunch. A quick charm ensured that it wouldn't get cold on the way over and, storing it in a modest brown bag (she figured that anything extravagant might embarass him in front of his peers), she made her way over.

To her credit, she only got turned around twice while looking for his office, finally arriving at his door with a broad smile and a dorky wave. Her caramel-colored hair was pulled up away from her face in a ponytail, and her slender frame was dressed in a pair of wide-leg trousers and a button-down green blouse. "Hi!" she squeaked, and immedaitely entered, presenting the packaged lunch with a dramatic flourish that nearly sent one of his framed licenses flying off the wall. "Oh, sorry," was her sheepish lament, and she immediately set the bag down on the desk in order to right what she had so accidentally wronged. "I made you some lunch and thought I'd bring it by." She cast him a mega-watt grin and twisted to face him.

Of course, that wasn't the only reason she'd come by, but that could always wait. "Are you busy, or can you spare some time for your esposa?" Yes, she was trying to learn Spanish.