Emma walked into the expensive café that Michael had picked for their lunch break, feeling a bit out of place among the elegant décor and sophisticated clientele. She spotted Michael at a corner table, looking effortlessly at ease. He stood up and smiled warmly as she approached.
"Emma, glad you could make it," he said, pulling out a chair for her.
"Thanks, Michael. This place is... fancy," she replied, taking her seat and glancing around.
Michael chuckled. "I thought it would be nice to have a change of scenery. Besides, the food here is fantastic."
As they settled into their seats and placed their orders, Michael began to share more about himself. "I chose to be a neurosurgeon because of a personal experience. A friend of mine was diagnosed with an oligodendroglioma, a rare type of b
