"No." The word shot out, surprising even her. "That's the problem. I should be calling you an Uber. Instead, I'm debating if offering water makes my intentions too obvious."
"Hydration's important. Medical professional like yourself should know that."
She laughed, breathless. "Right. Medical necessity."
The apartment swallowed us whole. Organized elegance, floor-to-ceiling windows framing the city like it belonged to her, bookshelves sagging under the weight of medical texts and crushed dreams. Even the couch looked like it came with its own tax bracket.
"Nice place," I said, setting her bag down like I'd been doing this for years.
"Thanks. Water's in the kitchen. Unless you want something stronger? Though that's definitely contributing to delinquency." She removed her sweater revealing the shirt underneath.
"Water's fine. I'm already buzzed on pharmaceutical foreplay."
