Lately, I've been busy but feeling calm. Not having to argue with Nicol about meaningless things has brought peace of mind to my life.
I am having lunch in the cafeteria with Francisco and Steff, who now work at our hospital. I met them both during my residency at Hopkins.
Francisco is a tall guy with a fair complexion, dark hair, brown eyes, and distinct features, with a chin adorned with a subtle beard. He also has a well-built body, likely due to his work as an orthopedist.
Steff, on the other hand, is my best friend. She is a tall cardiothoracic surgeon with blonde hair, blue eyes, and incredible curves.
"What do you think of the hospital? Are you comfortable working here?" I asked them.
"Of course, girl."
"Hmm. I could follow you anywhere, darling," Francisco comments. "But ther
