It had been a very long and boring shift and Dylan could not wait to get home. He jumped in his rusty old jeep and started off towards the bay. Just as he got out the car and walked to his boat. He saw someone out of the corner of his eye. No one ever came towards this side of the bay, and to be honest that was the way he liked it.

"Dylan?" Shouted the figure that was walking towards him. He looked up to see none other than Rita Freeman, a nurse from the hospital.

Not that he would ever admit it out loud he liked her. Not in a romantic way but he found her less irritating than all the other nurses that worked in the hospital. The only thing he didn't like was the fact that she as almost always happy, and in the past few years he was only ever grumpy. Truthfully he had always been grumpy but the past few years had been hard on him and he didn't want anyone- other than those who already knew- to know about his past in Holby.

"What are you doing here?" He said in his usual (grumpy) tone.

"I could ask you the same question?" She replied smiling.

"I happen to live here. I'll ask again, why are you here?" He said getting grumpier as time passed on.

"I fancied a walk along the bay. Do you really live here? Like on a boat?" she questioned him.

"Yes. This one actually." He said pointing to the boat in front of them.

"This might be weird but can I have a look, inside I mean. If it's not too much trouble?" This caught him off guard. She wanted to see the inside off his boat/ home.

"Um sure. If you really want to."

He unlocked the door and lead Rita down into the living/kitchen area.

"It's so much cooler than I expected it to be." she said as she sat down on the sofa. "I used to want to live on a boat when I was a kid but I sort of grew out of it, I suppose."

"Would you like some tea or coffee?" He asked her trying to be polite.

"Tea please, milk two sugars."

As Dylan busied himself with making tea, Rita looked around his 'home'. She saw the hallway the must lead to the bathroom and bedroom, and the coffee cup that looked to have traces of cereal left in it.

"Here you go." Dylan said as he passed her the cup, his hand slightly brushing hers as he let go which sent a jolt up her harm and made her stomach area suddenly feel warm. Luckily he didn't notice. She busied herself with drinking the tea just for something to do so as not to seem awkward.

"How long have you live here?" She asked breaking the silence. Well I have lived in the boat for couple of years but I moved around a bit before coming back to Holby."

"I didn't know you used to live in Holby? Does that mean you worked at the hospital before?" Realising his mistake he tried to come across normal and just replied with a simple yes.

The talked for a bit about random stuff and neither realised how late it was until Rita looked at her phone. It was 1:00 in the morning. She had been here for just over 3 hours just talking to what she thought was just a grumpy doctor when actually he was quite nice if you spent the time to talk to him.

"I best be leaving," she said. "It's really late." She didn't want to leave though which was weird.

"Yes of course." He replied as he looked at the time. To be honest, he didn't want her to leave.