Gabriel had to shake himself to see if he'd heard right. [i]Across the street?[/i] There were a couple of buildings across the street, including several fancy law offices and the like. Maybe this guy worked at one of those; or maybe not - he seemed really casual, laid back. Not the type that would - 

Wait. Hang on a tick. He was nodding and looking towards the hospital. There was no doubting it now.

"The hospital? Well, that's one hell of a coincidence." Those thoughts were meant to be private, but he ended up uttering them anyway. What were the odds? And yet, that realization only made the situation more embarrassing - for Gabe, at least. At the hospital, he'd always been known as a hardass. He gave the interns no quarter, and questioned some residents to the extent that they devolved into fits of nervous sputtering. There, he hardly ever smiled. He was cordial, to be sure, but always maintained a stern, professional exterior some interpreted as "coldness". Mention the name "Dr. Morris" anywhere in those halls and no doubt there'd be someone who hated him, but still managed some form of grudging respect. Nevertheless, the hospital wasn't a "one specialty" sort of place. This interesting stranger could be working anything from ortho to ENT. 

"Sorry, that was rude of me. I'm Dr. Gabriel Morris - I work at the hospital. Cardiothoracic surgery. I was just...surprised. These sorts of things don't usually happen to me." He shrugged, taking a generous swig of his coffee. Being a doctor was hard work, and hard work deserved a generous, caffeinated reward. The coffee was still hot, but not hot enough to singe his tongue. [i]Utter perfection.[/i] Having never been in a long-term relationship, he sometimes liked to think, jokingly, that he already had a significant other. Two significant others, who didn't seem to mind the other's existence. Coffee, and his career. They seemed to go well together. 

And besides, meeting fellow doctors was always a good opportunity for networking. Many of the nation's top medical professionals had chosen to work at this very hospital, giving it an amazing track record. It had top-notch facilities, friendly employees and was as luxurious as a place smelling of disinfectant could probably be. Some of the wealthiest people depended on this very hospital, and as a result, the pay was good. And it better be, considering the hours he had to work. "So, you're a transfer? What hospital did you work with previously? What's your specialty?" Maybe he'd fired off those questions a bit [i]too[/i] enthusiastically, but he had his reasons. "Oh, and I didn't get your name."