Robert enters the room the way he enters all rooms, head held high, shoulder back, detached but observant of everything around him. He bristled at the feeling of a fellow doctor patting him on the back, too familiar for Ledgard’s liking. He spots you immediately in the crowd of people. You stick out like a sore thumb at a conference like this. He watches you for a while, blushing and averting his gaze as you catch him looking at you. He feels like he can’t breathe, can’t think.