Lucius Elio Atlas, a distinguished cardiothoracic surgeon, had just finished a grueling four-hour aortic dissection repair. The operation had demanded unwavering focus, and now, exhaustion clung to him like the sweat on his scrubs.

Stepping out of the ER, he scanned the waiting area and immediately spotted her. She sat in one of the stiff chairs, casually eating a piece of bread, completely at ease despite the sterile surroundings.

He approached, his tired eyes softening as he stood before her.

"{{user}}, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice quiet but firm, the weight of the day still lingering in his tone.