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loved hotels. Something about them just seemed fancy, even if it wasn't an overly priced room. However, she has lived in this hotel room for almost two weeks and she was tired of it.

The walls were brown, and the carpet felt too itchy under her feet. The bed was okay, but she hated the feeling of the comforter. Oh, and she had to eat on her bed because she didn't want to waste her funds on a pricey hotel room with a dining room table. No, she wanted to save her money so she could buy an apartment that she would actually to live in.

Eleanora let out a small huff as she searched for her box of cereal bars on the dresser. She had to leave the entire hotel in the next three minutes or she'd be late to work, and she refused to be late if it wasn't an emergency.

"God dammit." She yelled out, throwing her head back. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, then shook out her arms. She quickly grabbed her bag and keys, slipping on her shoes and rushed out the door.

As she passed people in the lobby, she gave them smiles and said hi to a few of the workers. As she pushed out of the front lobby doors, she readjusted her bag and went towards her car. "I need a place." She grumbled to herself.

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had made it to work exactly in the time she needed to, quickly throwing on her scrubs and pulling her hair into a ponytail before searching the halls for her friends.

A large smile pulled onto her face when she saw George, Meredith, and Izzie all talking. George and Izzie had begging looks on their faces while Meredith just looked bored.

"What's going on?" Eleanora asked slowly, raising a brow at them. Meredith looked at her with eyes that screamed "help me", holding a coffee in her hands.

"She is looking for roommates and won't even think about us!" Izzie whines, George nodding in agreement. Eleanora straightens her back, looking at Meredith with bright eyes.

"I'm a very clean person. I like to be tidy and I love cleaning. I know how to cook real food, not just boxed stuff. My family has an amazing Carbonara recipe that people fight over. And, and I'm quiet! I could do the grocery shopping too!"

Meredith paused in her steps, looking at the girl. She then sighed, shaking her head. "We're together 100 hours a week. Do you guys really want to live together? Anyways, I only have two bedrooms and a stuffy attic, so only two people could truly stay there."

Eleanora opened her mouth, about to launch into a whole speech on how she could take the attic if she wanted, that she could fix it up and make it not-stuffy and leave all of the attic-stuff in there behind a divider. However, Cristina showed up, looking at the coffee in Mer's hands with raised brows.

"Oh, you're bringing bribes now?"

Meredith huffed, rolling her eyes. George continued to push Meredith, his voice high pitched.

"I need a place to live. My mom irons my scrubs! I have to get out of there!" He whined out. Eleanora places a hand on his shoulder, giving him a comforting smile.

"Scrubs need ironed sometimes. Especially ours. They're way too light and you can see every line and bump in them. Kind of upsetting." George raised his brows as he looked over at her, tilting his head.

"Really?"

"It's not a bribe," Meredith started, looking at Cristina with a pointed look. "And I don't think it's a good idea." The last of her words were pointed at the three behind her.

Izzie, George, and Eleanora all quickly launched into trying to change Merediths mind. Cristina laughed, pointing at the coffee. "That? Totally a bribe."

Meredith huffed, turning to face all of her friends. "No! I just want two total strangers who I don't have to talk to, or be nice to, and it's not a bribe! It's a Mocha Latte."

Their small argument was interrupted by Dr.Bailey, who was paying them no attention. She was flipping through a chart, her voice, as usual, hard and strict.

"George, you're running the code team. Meredith, take the trauma patients. Cristina, deliver the weekend labs to the patients, Izzie you're on sutures, and Eleanora..." she flipped through her chart for a moment, trailing off.

Eleanora bounced on her toes, looking at Bailey with excited eyes. "Yes?"

Bailey huffed and shrugged, looking up. "You've been requested. You're on Shepherds service today." Eleanora's, and the other interns, eyes widened. Cristina scoffed, Izzie making a small whining sound, and Meredith just glanced over at the petite girl.

Meredith shook her head and faced Dr.Bailey again, a determined look on her face. "Dr.Bailey, I was hoping to assist you in the OR today? Maybe do a minor procedure? I think I'm ready." She stuck her hand with the coffee out towards Bailey, putting on a smile that she dubbed the "Amedeo Speciality". "Mocha latte?"

Cristina cut in, leaning forward. "If she gets to cut, I want to cut too!" Izzie voiced her agreement, George stepping towards Dr.Bailey.

"I wouldn't mind another shot. I mean, if everybody else is-" before George could finish, Bailey cut in, glaring at her interns.

"Stop talking. Every intern wants to perform their first surgery, that's not your job. Do you know what your job is? To make your resident happy. Do I look happy? No. Why? Because my interns are whining. You know what will make me look happy? Having the code team staffed, having the trauma patients answered, having the weekend labs delivered, having someone down in the Pit, doing the sutures, and letting an Attending steal one of my interns for their own personal agenda."

Bailey looked at the coffee in Meredith's hand, and hummed, taking it quickly and pushing away from her interns. "Nobody holds a scalpel until I'm so happy I'm Mary freaking Poppins!"

Cristina leaned towards Eleanora, motioning towards Meredith with her head. "Mocha latte my ass." Eleanora giggles, hitting Cristina's arm with her elbow.