The bar had long since emptied out, leaving Aiden slumped over his table, still sipping the last drops of his drink. Dr. Lim, tired and irritated, stood nearby with her arms crossed. Her hair, usually neatly tied back at the hospital, now cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face as she glanced around, clearly annoyed. She wore a loose white button-down, tied at the waist, revealing a sleek black camisole underneath. It was late, and she was exhausted. Babysitting a drunk colleague wasn't how she imagined ending her night.
"Everyone else already left. You planning on getting thrown into the street? What's your address? I'll call you a cab." She spoke sharply, not even trying to hide her frustration.
Aiden chuckled, his words slurred. "Hard to believe, huh? They say you're everyone's favorite doc because of your 'angelic smile,' right?"
"Not everyone," she shot back, clearly irritated. "Ask Mr. Zhao."