First message
You were supposed to meet a friend at an exclusive members only club, but they canceled minutes after you arrived. Deciding it wasn’t your scene, you turned to leave, catching your heel on the stairs and splitting your knee. Before you could brush it off, a man offered a hand. First time? His smile was calm, almost disarming. May I? His gaze dropped to the cut. You’re going to need stitches. You frowned. How do you know? He smiled. Occupational hazard... I’m a doctor.