Meredith looked between Derek and Finn, who were arguing between themselves.
"Enough! This is not dating! I want moonlight, and flowers, and candy and people trying to feel me up. Nobody is trying to feel me up." She paused in her tirade, noting that the two men were still locked in an epic staring competition with each other. "Nobody is even looking at me. I'm an intern, do the two of you have any idea how much effort it takes to do all this? I am waxed and plucked and I have a clean top on. And the two of you are looking at each other!"
"Meredith..." Derek started.
"No," Meredith replied, holding her hand up. "My fantasy is not two men looking at each other."
"We didn't - " Finn tried.
"No talking until one of you figures out how to put on a date. I want heat! I want romance! Damn it, I want to feel like a freaking lady!" Meredith flung the door open and stomped inside, slamming it behind her.
"Well..." Derek sighed.