9 - Stop being indecisive

MORGANA FOSTER

Everything seemed normal when we arrived at the nightclub. The sound was loud and the lights were flashing. People were dancing in some places. I rolled my eyes around the place, not spotting them.

"Where are they?" I asked, turning to Bethany

She stretched her neck into one of the reserved areas of the club and spotted the group of doctors sitting in a reserved area, my eyes following her all the way.

"Got it!" she said, pulling me by the hand across the room.

They smiled at us, so we made our way there, asking the dancers in the middle of the dance floor to excuse us.

"Ladies!" John Nardek, the heart surgeon, was the first to greet us. John was 1.87 meters tall, with black hair, brown eyes and a plump, velvety mouth. He was wearing a white shirt, light blue jeans and a black leather jacket that outlined his slender body.

This was the first time he had made a greeting outside the formal.

He raised a glass of beer in a friendly greeting, "Welcome!"

"Hello!" we replied t