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Kate tapped her foot nervously on the floor. She'd already been in the waiting room for 20 minutes, and she was beginning to worry.
She'd come home from another performance, and whistled through her first floor apartment for her dog, Colt. He hadn't come, so she'd checked the back garden, where her spacious studio apartment led out to. She'd had a dog door put in ages ago, but sometimes, Colt (still young) would get frightened, and was afraid to come back in.
This must've been one of those times. She'd found him outside, on the hottest day of the year, suffering from severe heat stroke, or whatever the canine version of that was. Kate, being very close with her only companion, had instantly rushed him over, and now, without having been seen, he didn't look any better. She bent down to pet him again, trying to comfort him.
“Now,” Javier continued saying to the elderly couple as he led them out to the waiting lobby, “be careful with cleaning your house. Remember to remove his cage to another room.” He patted their backs and offered another large smile. He handed them the bird's cage. The parrot squawked at him, ruffling its feathers. “His next check-up is in two weeks,” he reminded them, handing them their appointment sheet with the summary.
Javier took a look over the waiting list. The other veterinarian on duty was dealing with the appointments and Javier was in charge of the others. “Katelyn Trace and Colt?” he asked, glancing around the room with a smile. The note next to the names had read 'heat stroke'. His eyes landed on the girl and the dog, and he smiled towards them. “I'm Dr. Javier García Reyes. Call me Javi,” he told her, picking up the dog gingerly. The skin was hot, and he was panting heavily.
Once they were in the room, Javier immediately took a small hose and began to wet the dog's body. He flipped on the overhead fan. “We normally use the hose for stubborn cats,” he said, offering a smile towards Katelyn. “How long was your dog outside for?”
ooc| I'll rewrite if you would prefer me not have moved her to the vet room. :P
For a moment, it registered in her mind that he was breathtakingly gorgeous. Then, she shoved it aside, shaking his hand when it was offered to her. "Kate," she said, in response to his name. As he picked up Colt, she followed him, listening to his explanations and questions.
"I don't know," she admitted, when he asked how long Colt had been outside. "I left for a show, at the coffee house, maybe... 5 hours ago? I have a dog door, and sometimes, he gets scared by things, and won't come back through." She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair in a worried gesture.
A show? She surely couldn't mean a movie – they didn't show movies at coffee houses, did they? “I understand,” he said, brushing the dog gently to get loose fur. He ran water over the pads of the dog's feet, scratching its head encouragingly. He wiped his hands on a towel next to the sink and filled one of the plastic bowls with cool water, putting in a few drops of formula they give to dogs who lost electrolytes. “When I lived in Spain, we used to have this type of doggy door that would lock when it was too hot,” he said, turning off the hose and bringing over a different fan and putting it next to the dog.
“Perhaps you could put tape on the door or hire a dogsitter?” he suggested. The girl seemed genuinely worried, which was good. Numerous times the veterinary clinic had had to call animal services because the dogs were coming in with severe heat stroke. But those owners hadn't appeared to give two cents towards their dog. “Colt will be fine,” he assured her, putting a hand on her shoulder briefly.
“If he gets anxious often, I can prescribe him an anti-anxiety. I also do behavior classes,” he said, continuing to brush Colt. “How long have you had him? Does he have a regular veterinarian?”
She watched as he looked over Colt. He seemed to care, to like his job, stopping every so often to give the dog a pat or a scratch behind his ear. Colt responded to the kindness nicely, and he did begin to look better after he'd been rinsed down and had a few fans placed around him.
When he began to talk about Spain, she had to admit she was intrigued. Firstly, she'd never heard of a dog door like that, but it seemed pretty cool. Secondly, Spain wasn't somewhere you usually heard people talk about, at least not around here. "Spain?" she asked. "Can't say I've ever met a Spaniard before."
He went on to suggest tape, or a dog sitter, and she nodded. "Well, a dog sitter isn't exactly in my budget, but I use tape for all my recording cables and such, so I've got tons of that. I can definitely try it. Worst case scenario I'll find something to put in front of it."
Then he inquired about a regular vet, and she nodded, then paused. "Well, he had one. They just moved though, way downtown, and you're the next closest."
She snuck a glance at Colt, who was happily lapping up water from the bowl Javier had offered him, and then reverted her attention back to the man. She wasn't sure she'd ever get tired of looking at him, and silently thanked the gods of good-looking-men-in-the-medical-field for doing their job.
He looked up, a smile on his lips. “Never met a Spaniard? Well, congratulations on your first,” he teased, chuckling a little. “What do you do for a living?” he asked, petting the dog gently. “You mentioned something about a show?” He put the fur in the trash bin, washing his hands quickly and putting the brush back on the counter. He massaged the dog, making sure the water didn't remain insulated and create an unpleasant saunaesque effect.
Recording cables? Intriguing. He had never heard of such a thing, but he hung around animals all day so he wasn't very intune with the outside world. “That would work,” he agreed about finding something to put in front of it.
“We'll be more than happy to have Colt as a regular,” Javier grinned, continuing to rub the dog gently with a towel. “Doesn't that feel better?” he questioned the dog, kneeling down and smiling at Colt. “You've got quite the handsome dog, Kate.”
He stood up and handed her a form. “The first visit is complimentary,” he explained, searching the room for a pen. Once he found one, he handed it to her. “If you would just fill out?” he requested. He took a doggy treat from the drawer and offered it to Colt, rubbing him behind the ears.
She laughed when he congratulated her, then got a bit more serious. "I'm a musician," she told him, when he inquired as to her profession. "I write and perform music where ever I can. Which, is mostly coffee shops." She shrugged. "But I take what I can get."
Colt regarded the rub-down happily, closing his eyes, and Kate smiled. He seemed to enjoy it, and she was just glad for another chance to watch this man. He seemed to really like animals - which was good, considering his profession - but animals seemed to like him, too. At least, Colt did.
She smiled as he spoke to the dog, Colt's tail wagging on the table, and then nodded when he complimented him. "I tell him that all the time." As he searched for the form she needed to fill out, she bent down to kiss the top of Colt's head, laughing as he licked her cheek. "Still love kisses, huh?" she asked him, grinning.
She accepted the form as it was handed to her, along with the pen, and began to fill it out, sneaking glances up at the man and her dog. Colt happily accepted the treat from him, licking the palm of his hand after he'd eaten it.
When she'd finished with the form, she handed it back to him, capping the pen and returning that, too. Colt watched the exchange curiously, as if looking for clues as to where the delicious treat had come from.
He had never met a musician before – at least, none besides Sister Maria who had played the organs for the cathedral that the Catholic school had attended. “That's amazing. You'll have to invite me to your next performance,” he insisted. “And when you're famous, I can tell them about what a wonderful dog you have.” A musician certainly explained the coffeehouse show and the recording tape. “What kind of music?”
Javier took the file from her and placed it on his desk, scribbling on a sticky note that he needed to file it later. “Who wouldn't love a kiss from you?” he teased, scratching behind Colt's ears. “Well, I think that's everything. If you ever need help with his anxiety, we have medication and I teach a behavior modification class on Saturdays. There's another class on Wednesdays; Dr. Ware runs that one.”
He took a post-it note and wrote his phone number. “If you have any questions or if Colt starts panting again, don't hesitate to call me. I don't bite.”
He opened a drawer and took out a long leash that had the clinic's name printed on the side of it. “Every dog gets one on their first visit,” he explained. “Hey. I know a lot of good places for dog walks. I could show you, if you wanted.”
She blushed when he called it amazing, then smiled. "Of course! It's the least I can do, I mean, you did help Colt." He asked about the type of music, and she frowned. "I don't really know that there's a specific type. I write mostly simple things, but I've been known to sing everything from country to rock."
He scratched Colt again, asking who wouldn't love a kiss from her, and she had to wonder if he was flirting, or if he'd meant the dog.
He mentioned the class again, and she made a mental note of it - and that he only taught certain ones - before promising if she thought it was necessary she'd bring Colt. He wrote down his phone number, and she smiled, tucking it away in her purse and thanking him.
Now he handed her a leash, and offered to show her good places to walk Colt. Oh, he almost had to be flirting now. She smiled, and nodded. "I'd like that," she said, and went to hook the leash to Colt's collar.
To say that he was a little intrigued by the music would be an understatement. Javier didn't listen to either genre, if only because singers tended to speak too fast in English for him to fully comprehend. He tended to only listen to music in his native Spanish. Still, he had never met someone who was actually good enough to get jobs singing, a coffee house or otherwise. He smiled. He was pretty sure that he could convince himself to love whatever kind of music she sung. After all, she was a pretty cute dog lover.
Javier smiled and put Colt down on the floor, opening the door for the two as they made their way back to the waiting lobby. “I get off at eight. If you're not too busy, call me?” he suggested, kneeling down and giving Colt another treat.
“Be a good for your mommy,” he instructed, petting Colt again. He stood, and picked up the clipboard with the names. He looked over at Katelyn again. “Bye, you two,”
Kate smiled at the suggestion. "Absolutely," she promised. "8 it is."
She thanked him, and smiled when he bent down to pet Colt again. Colt licked his hand, and she laughed. "He's just full of kisses today."
She waved back as she left, smiling the whole way home. This was something new, for sure. Colt, too, seemed happy, though whether that was from the treats or the situation, she didn't know.
She called him around 8 as promised, sitting on the couch with Colt's head in her lap, petting him absentmindedly.
"Hey," she said, smile evident in her voice. "It's Kate."
Javier picked up his keys to the flat and the clinic and stuffed them in his pocket. They had been busy, but that wasn't anything new. The summertime was usually busy. He locked his office and smiled at the secretary. Dr. Ware was packing up her things, too. “Have a nice evening,” he told them, hurrying out of the door to the clinic. They were open all day and all night – he and Dr. Ware were normally the ones doing the afternoon shifts.
As he hit the sidewalk leading to his flats, his phone began to ring.
It's Kate.
“Hey, Kate. Are you still up for that tour?” he asked. “Does Colt mind other dogs? I've got a little Maltese, but I can keep her at the sitter if you think it's best,” he said.
Kate smiled when he answered, and nodded even though he couldn't see it. "Absolutely." He inquired about other dogs, and Kate responded. "No, he's fine with other dogs. Seems to like being with others better than being alone."
She'd actually been looking forward to this. Being a musician, she was constantly working. She had another job - a paying job - at the local music shop, to pay for her equipment and such, and other than a few colleagues from work, didn't have too many friends. She was always either working or recording, so it wasn't much of a surprise.
“Awesome. Can you meet me at O'Neill's tavern? Near the clinic.” he asked, picking up the pace towards his dog-sitter's house. Realizing the vague message he had just sent across, he chuckled nervously. “The dog park is near there,” he explained. “A bar would make for a pretty lousy first date, huh?” Awkward. He shifted a little, glad she couldn't see the blush on his cheeks. “Anyway, I'll see you soon. Bye, Kate.”
He put the phone in his pocket, hurrying up the steps towards the dog-sitter's house. The old woman opened the door. “Hi, Mrs. Polinski. I'm kind of in a hurry. I'm supposed to meet someone...” he said, hooking the leash up to Manola. Before the nosy old woman could inquire about whom he was meeting, he ducked out of the house, having paid her in the morning.
“Hola Manola, ratón sin cola!” he said. Manola wagged her tail. “I've got a new friend for you to meet. Come on,” he told her, hurrying off to the bar that he told Kate to meet him at. The little white fluffy dog walked beside him, still wagging her tail cheerfully.
Kate made a note of the bar he wanted to meet at, and then found herself blushing when he mentioned a date. "I'll meet you there," she said, glad he couldn't see the blush. As she hung up, she wondered if he'd said that for a reason. Was this a date? She wasn't too sure. She certainly wouldn't have complained if it was.
She changed her shirt and hooked Colt's leash, locking her front door behind her and slipping the key into her pocket, and starting off. The temperature had dropped when the sun set, and now it was pleasant out, actually somewhat chilly. She cursed halfway there that she hadn't brought a jacket, but made it to the bar easily, leaning against the wall outside to wait, listening to a new demo with her headphones.
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