chapther 2

After another shift at the hospital, the clock finally strikes lunchtime. I stand up, grab a tray, and serve myself a salad and a glass of orange juice. I head to the table by the window, ready to rest for a bit but also taking the chance to reply to messages from some patients.

I’m distracted, looking at my phone, when someone pulls out the chair across from me. I look up and see Igor. I smile. We’ve been started at the hospital, and if it weren’t for that, something might have happened between us. He has that irresistible crooked smile and hair I love to ruffle.

Igor is a valuable friend and an admirable colleague. He’s a talented doctor, and his charming smile—often appearing lopsided—lights up the room, bringing a contagious lightness. His dark, tousled hair matches his intense gaze, which highlights his bright, expressive eyes, capable of conveying both seriousness and humor.

With an athletic build and tall stature, Igor stands out not just physically but also for his strong presence. Beck appreciates his ability to balance his professional side with a sharp sense of humor, making workdays more enjoyable. Igor is respectful, both with patients and colleagues, and always willing to help, which makes him not only an excellent doctor but also a loyal friend. Beck trusts him and values the friendship they’ve built, knowing she can always count on Igor, both in the challenges of medicine and in relaxed moments outside the hospital.

“Isn’t it a little early for coffee?” I comment, raising an eyebrow.

He takes a sip, not losing his composure.

“I’ve been on night shift. Coffee is the only thing keeping me alert right now.”

“You’re a machine, you know that? Hey, Lídia and I are going to the club tonight. Want to come with us?”

He sighs and looks out the window, thoughtful.

“Can’t… I promised Emily we’d watch a movie.”

I give a knowing smile. Emily is his girlfriend—extremely jealous and clingy. I don’t even want to think about how she’d react if she knew we were here now.

“Rain check, but next time you’re not getting out of it.”

He laughs, stands up, and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Have fun.”

I watch him walk away and wonder how he puts up with someone so possessive. I could never handle someone like that; I love my freedom. I finish my salad and head back to work, my mind already starting to plan the night ahead.

After the last patient, I go to the locker room, take a quick shower, and choose a fitted burgundy dress paired with black stilettos. I apply light makeup and head to the reception, where Lídia is already waiting, radiant in a soft pink dress.

“That dress is perfect! I don’t get how you’re still single.”

I laugh, and we start walking to the car.

“Me? I don’t want the headache. Men just want a second mom, and I’m not into that.”

We laugh together, and soon we arrive at the club. The place is packed, everyone dancing to the loud music. We head straight to the bar, where I place my order:

“Two whiskies, neat, please.”

The bartender looks at us with some interest, but I ignore him. I down my drink in one go, letting the warmth of the whiskey spread through me. Then I pull Lídia onto the dance floor.

Two guys approach. One starts dancing with Lídia, who seems to be enjoying it, while the other stays by my side, trying to keep up. The night was going well until he tries to kiss me. I turn my face away, and he insists, grabbing my waist. I remove his hands and face him.

“Not tonight!”

I leave the dance floor and return to the bar, ordering another whiskey. I lean against the counter, watching people dance. I feel someone beside me, and when I turn, I see a gorgeous guy who’s clearly had too much to drink. He smiles at me, and I look away.

“What’s up?”

He stumbles over his words a bit, trying to find the right ones.

“I… I was just admiring your beauty.”

I take a sip of my whiskey and let out a laugh.

“That’s one of the worst pickup lines I’ve ever heard.”

He doesn’t seem fazed.

“That wasn’t a pickup line. It was a compliment.”

I take a deep breath, amused by the situation.

“Buddy, I know I’m beautiful and hot. I don’t need anyone to tell me that.”

He leans in a little closer, speaking into my ear.

“I like you.”

I bring my mouth close to his ear and whisper playfully,

“Stop, it’s not a good look. If I were you, I’d go home. You reek of alcohol.”

He looks at me, surprised, but lets out an awkward laugh. I head back to the dance floor, where Lídia is already laughing from afar, having watched the whole scene.