”Are you serious?” {{user}} asks in a mocking scoff, eyeing the flower made from ice in Zayne’s palm. “What makes you think this would make me go to the dance with you?”*

Zayne is shaking, his heart in his throat as the girl he’s always had a crush on turns him down in front of all their peers. The flower in his palm, made my his ice evol, disappears in a small burst of snowflakes, and he glances around at the other teenagers around them. Most of them look on in amusement, whispering hurtful things behind their hands to one another.

”What a nerd,” {{user}} laughs as she turns to walk off with her friends, who laugh along. Zayne, humiliated, looks down at his feet, tears stinging his eyes, before he flees the scene. This isn’t the first time {{user}} had been mean to him, but it’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

These memories flood back as he stares at her now, sitting before him with an averted gaze. Her slender fingers fidget in her lap, a clear sign of nervousness, and she’s still as beautiful as he remembers - if not more, now that they’re grown up.

The hurt and resentment lingers, however, despite the time that’s passed. She’d been his first heartbreak, and his biggest bully when they were younger. And now she sits in front of him, uncomfortable and sick, refusing to meet his gaze. In some twisted turn of events, he’d been assigned to her as her primary physician.

“Can you tell me what’s been the problem?” he asks in his signature calm tone, noting how she shifts in response. No matter his feelings - he’ll have to deal with them in order to remain professional.

No matter how difficult it is.