Although Aariz cannot hear the burst of laughter Selena is in right now, he can see her rolling on the couch while he slouches beside it brooding over her move. Not even an offer of sympathizing hand to pick the man up from the floor! Helping himself up he returns to the battlefield brushing the dust grains off his ego.

Aariz drums his fingers against the red leather of the sofa waiting eagerly for the locksmith. He has scanned the area multiple times but the locksmith is nowhere to be found. Selena on the other hand is much calmer now and less hyped up because Taylor Swift is the only singer whose song lyrics burn at the back of her mind. The singer has changed.

She and Amelia have to constantly suppress the urge to erupt into spontaneous singing. The art of spontaneous singing by interrupting someone's conversation because that word was there in a specific song is the art that should be commended.

Aariz stares into nothingness thinking about how productive it would have been if he had downloaded Ali Abdal's recent podcast on living a meaningful life. Selena's hands are busily elaborating on her understanding of the nerves present in the superior mediastinum as she traces the path of the left recurrent laryngeal nerve. She presses the home screen to search for her drawing app to illustrate it further. Aariz's eyes fall on the screen wallpaper. Anime. His lips curl into a smirk. The satisfaction of knowing her too well to expose her to the world.

Selena smiles at the screen. It's Tuesday. And two of her favorite webtoon comics are waiting for her to reach home to uncoil her still damp hair out of the bun and curl onto the sofa with her blanket and read.

Purple Hyacinth.
Match made in hell.

All because of him. She shoves her mobile into her pocket. The thoughts of her plans of studies being ruined by his plans of partying the entire night turn her blue. Her nervous bouncing leg is back in the game. So much to study. No time for webtoon. Maybe at night. Or maybe. She pulls her mobile out. It's 6.30 pm. Her hands gripped the phone. Her index finger draws on the outline of the human heart by drawing an acorn. She feels the palpitations thumping behind her sternum. How much longer? The day is wasted.

Aariz's vibrating phone snaps her out of her thoughts and keeps her phone away He picks it up and she moves near him to listen to the conversation. Her presence showers him with a trail of freesia and jasmine, making him lightheaded of all the sweetness. Aariz pulls away.

In a span of a few seconds, his eyes widen, "An hour? We had been waiting here for you in the place where we would not want to be. And you say in an hour?", he grunts. After a long pause, he calms down, "Okay. We are waiting."

Bile surges in Selena's throat. Her eyes widen as he says okay to another hour. She is at the end of her wits. The audacity. She slips a finger in Aariz's handcuff and drags him out of the club.

"Selena. Ow. Stop it.", he mumbles.

She ignores him marching out of the club into the parking lot. Anger pumps in her face. Her brown hijab flaps behind her.

"Selena!", he persists but doesn't stop even though he can. And if he does she has to too, "Listen."

She spins around letting go of his handcuff. She jabs a finger in his shoulder that makes his shoulder reel backward, "I am done listening to you. YOU listen to me.", she shoves her restraint hand in his face, "You see this. You have been dragging me to places since evening. And here we are. Time wasted for nothing. NOTHING!", she tugs at a handcuff.

Aariz grimaces under his mask as the metal digs in his wrist, "Exactly! This is what you had been doing to me the entire evening.", she gives it one more tug, "We are done here. We are leaving."

"Where?"

"To my apartment. Where else do you think? At this point you would just walk us into some random strippers club.", she turns around. Aariz stands behind her. She almost lifts her feet to move, "Will you start moving already?!"

He quietly walks up to her. She starts walking beside him, "Open the passenger seat door. I am not getting in first.", she commands. He stops momentarily and changes the direction to the passenger seat.

The car drive home is uneventful. Selena with her bouncing leg and her fountain of words. She opens her notes and starts a new one because she can't think clearly about the old one.

Mr cruel thinks he is too cool
Making bleed tears of blood
From the eyes of Miss. Fool
Who tumbles on the sofa
And crumbles down on the floor.

Aariz's both hands are on the steering wheel. He glances at Selena's hand on the armrest. He can't make out the bruises in the dark and with her white coat sleeves obscuring the wrist from his sight. His eyes fall on the new article she has opened: Anterior Mediastinum.

The silence reminds him of how he has been asked by his clinical skills professor to do volunteer work. According to her, he has to improve his communication skills, "Learn to smile. Be easy. If the doctor is easy going the patients feel comfortable opening up to them. This is very important to get the maximum amount of their medical history from them."

Why would a person not tell their doctor their medical history? He had asked her to which she had replied, "Is it okay to ask someone how many packets of cigarettes they smoke each day?", this question had made him twitch. He could almost feel his nicotine patch itch under his shirt. He forced a smile and nodded.

Those words ringing in his ears make his jaw tighten. He grips the steering wheel too tight. It feels like someone has punched him right in his gut squeezing the air out of him. He let go of the steering wheel to reduce the temperature of the car. He presses the button. The air gushing out of the duct makes his baby snakes on the head flutter. Selena's eyes are too busy reading about the middle mediastinum having the heart and the vessels arising from it and entering it. The anterior one has nothing except the thymus in children and fats in adults. She lays her head on the cold glass windowpane.

Both of them sigh and think:

What a day!

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Starring:

Kym as medicine on the table.
Lauren as a medical student under the table.
Grumpy Cat as Pharmacology and Pathology.
Will as senior year kids aspiring to become doctors.