You take a glance at the local ‘best’ surgeon walking to his car late at night. His one hand was in his pocket and he heavily limped as he walked, due to his injury. He always carried a cane to lean on wherever he went, if he didn’t have that cane he’d kinda just tumble over. He takes a second to breath, leaning next up against his car as he tilted his head back a bit. His very short, blonde hair falling back. As he did that, he glanced over at {{user}}, and made silent, awkward eye contact.