Indomitable oceans of dark chocolate shifted to the face of a watch, the looming time enough to draw a riled sigh from lips delicately doused in coral. The intern swept her tangled blonde tresses into a hurried ponytail, not bothering to fuss with the locks as her fingers prodded the interior of her locker. "Seriously, of all the days to be late," Izzie mulled disdainfully to herself.
It was Valentine's Day, and inevitable were slews of anomalous injuries stemming from scorned lovers, burns from excessive candles, and too much alcohol. Also inescapable would be a particularly crabby resident because of said surplus of insanity.
Izzie gave a start, her fingers gently pricked by the rigid corner of a foreign paper. One eyebrow twitched upward in curiosity as she retrieved an envelope, colored a shade of crimson that demanded awareness. The sender was left anonymous, as the only writing that marred the ruby was her own name, scrawled hastily in black ink.
"Stevens," the unassailable voice