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I had installed mirrors in most of the rooms, including this one.

I caught a glimpse of myself. There was a grin on my face.

“What am I getting excited about?” I asked my reflection, “She shut me down….Me? Me?”

I was meant to be angry, but this was the first time a woman had me so excited.

Chapter two

Meeting Dr. Richards

Crystal

Strong, independent, and self-sufficient.

Three words I’ve taken pride in being described with.

I had always relied on myself and barely had to deal with anyone else besides my family and maybe… Harold.

I chose the path of medicine after my father died in a tragic car accident and the surgeons were unable to save him.

So, I chose this path, with the mindset that I would be able to save countless lives and help protect the smiles of the patient’s loved ones. That was and always has been the dream.

I didn’t stay in one hospital for a long period of time. I was constantly moving from one hospital to another every year, saving lives and learning more about the career.

After three years of moving around, I finally made up my mind to come to Richmond. But I’ll confess, I didn’t come here because of my medical pursuits… I actually came here because maybe it was finally time to settle down.

“Mom. I said I’m doing okay,” I sighed on the phone to her, “How’s everyone?”

“Busy and bustling. Then again, that’s New York for you,” she sighed, “Has your aunt gotten there yet?”

“Yeah, she’s at my apartment,” I said with a yawn.

“You’re still at the hospital? I thought independent doctors don’t have to work overnight?” she asked with worry.

“I don’t have to, but I want to,” I replied, “This is the biggest hospital in Richmond, Mom. I’m even lucky getting in here through Harold’s recommendation.”

“Oh, how is he?” she asked.

“He’s okay I guess, but I haven’t seen him today or yesterday,” I replied, “Maybe on leave or something.”

“Bless his kind heart. Are you sure you two aren’t dating?” she asked.

“We’re not, Mom,” I sighed.A girl can only dream though.

“Sweetie, I wouldn’t mind if you brought him home as a prospective husband,” she said.

“I…”

“I know you have a career to look forward to. I understand that…but Crystal, you’re….”

“I’m thirty years old,” I completed her statement.

“Granted you have been blessed with looks that would make one wonder if you’ve drank from the wellspring of eternal youth, but why not use it to your advantage?” she asked, “Or…Are you gay?”

“No, Mom, I’m not. I’ve tried,” I answered.

“I really don’t know, sweetie,” she sighed, “Should I introduce you to some people? Or maybe your aunt can help out?”

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