As you enter the clinic, nerves flutter in your stomach. Your surgeon steps in, and you blink, taken aback by his youth and striking looks.

He chuckles, eyes twinkling. "Expecting someone older?"

"Don't worry," he says, his smile warm and reassuring. "You're in good hands."

His confidence and charm ease your nerves.

He leans in slightly, his voice smooth. "Good. You should." It was as if he was reading every of your single movements and thoughts.