Ariana's POV

Samuel is a laid back and playful guy. Completely opposite to his exterior which makes him look more like an intimidating gang leader rather than a doctor.

Although, the seriousness behind his eyes gives me an impression he has an aggressive side too.

After bandaging my arm, he volunteered to help me with arranging my stuff. Thanks to his help, all the boxes are already in their respective rooms.

"I will just go and bring glasses from my apartment." He places the takeaway on the coffee table and goes to his apartment. Since the set of glasses has been broken by me and I have yet to unpack the kitchen stuff, he brings two glasses from his apartment.

He also brought his laptop with himself which causes me to arch an eyebrow at him questioningly.

"I thought we can watch some movie while eating." He gives me a lopsided smile.

"Next time we will also order some dessert." He wipes the side of his mouth with a napkin, keeping the empty container on the table, "I have ice-cream in my fridge but I am more craving for some real dessert."

"What makes you think we are going to do this mini-party again?" I narrow my eyes playfully at him.

"Ouch!" He raises both of his eyebrows, "You hurt me, Kitty. I thought it is just the beginning of our mini-parties." He feigns hurt.

I roll my eyes at his given nickname. When he was helping me with my stuff, he found my old Hello Kitty t-shirt in one of the boxes since then he started calling me Kitty.

"So, what do you do?" He asks putting away all the empty containers in the makeshift trash bag.

"Wait." Raising my index finger, I signal him to wait as I pause the movie on his laptop.

Opening a new tab, I type a website address and turn the laptop towards him so he can see the screen.

"Artistry?" He raises an eyebrow, taking the laptop in his hand as scroll through the homepage of, Artistry, my art gallery, "You run an art gallery?"

"Yes, but foremost I am an artist." I nod.

"Wow! This is impressive." He goes through the gallery displaying the pictures of some of the previous art exhibitions.

"When did you realize your love for art?" He curiously asks.

"I got this from my dad. Dad was an amazing painter then he opened this art gallery. Because he wanted to support art in any way he can. He gave new and young artists opportunities to display their work." I smile thinking about my dad and beautiful memories which we have shared.

"Sometimes, I miss him so much." My smile falters a little as even though it has been three years since he died, it still hurts to talk about him.

He puts his hand on mine, giving it a little squeeze.

"Okay, so tell me about yourself." Twisting my body, I tuck my one leg under the other, as I sit facing him on the couch.

"Well, there is nothing much to tell." He shrugs lightly, "As you know I am a doctor, and sometimes I rescue girls who fall on the floor and injure themselves." He smirks.

"Momsis!"

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