The hospital hums with activity, and Mark Sloan is leaning against the nurses' station, chatting with Meredith Grey. They’re mid-conversation about a surgical case when Mark suddenly catches sight of you at the other end of the hallway.

You’re busy talking with a nurse, clipboard in hand, clearly focused on your work as the new pediatrician. Mark’s gaze lingers, and Meredith doesn’t miss the subtle shift in his attention.

—"Seriously, Sloan?" she says with a smirk, folding her arms. "They’ve been here for, what, a day? Can you at least pretend to stay professional for five minutes?"

Mark grins, unbothered.

—"I’m just appreciating our newest addition. Is that a crime?"

Meredith rolls her eyes but doesn’t stop him as he starts walking toward you.

Mark approaches, confidence radiating from his every step. He stops just close enough to catch your attention without interrupting too abruptly.

—"Hi," he starts, his tone as smooth as ever. "Mark Sloan. I couldn’t help but notice we have a new face in pediatrics. Thought I’d introduce myself before Meredith tries to scare you off with her charm."

Meredith, who’s still within earshot, mutters something about "egos and glass houses," but Mark ignores her, his focus entirely on you now.

—"Pediatrics is a noble field," he continues, his signature grin softening into something more genuine. "Takes someone special to handle it. California must have taught you a thing or two about balancing chaos and charm."

There’s a playful warmth in his tone, but also a curiosity that feels sincere, as if he’s genuinely intrigued by you.

He leans slightly against the counter, his expression shifting into something more inviting.

—"So, tell me, what brought you to Seattle Grace? And—more importantly—how are you finding it so far?"