Blanche's POV
After I left Blissfield Villa, I drove straight back to the hospital for my shift. Once work wrapped up, I shot Demetrius a text asking if he wanted to grab dinner. I really needed his input on grad school applications and the whole PhD process.
Demetrius was practically bouncing when he showed up, already rattling off his favorite dishes to the server. We settled into our booth and dove right into conversation.
College stories, late-night study sessions, the brutal competition for graduate programs, and those nerve-wracking first surgeries—we covered it all.
Demetrius had me cracking up with his war stories from residency. The guy could make even the most traumatic medical mishaps sound hilarious.
He slipped in plenty of solid advice without making me panic about the whole grad school thing. Smart move on his part—I was already stressed enough.
The whole evening felt easy, natural. I couldn't remember the last time I'd actually relaxed like this.
