— D O C T O R

He turned his hands upside down, arms lifting into a shrug as he chuckled to himself. “What can I say man? Creature of habit an’ all that. Either way, I’m out of ideas.” 

His head nodded in an attempt to feign interest, and really, he was good at it. A true master of deception, holding conversation, throwing a chuckle in when he needed. That was how he pulled his women, and it was something he was just good at, in all walks of his life. “Yeah, you too man,” He remarks, nod of his head. 

Lucian smirked again, his head shaking at the woman across from him, his own hand reaching for his phone, thumb tapping away at the screen for a moment. “Are you kidding? That’s even more reason to be a nottie, pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza.” He remarks, tone nothing less that throughly serious. “.... do you think we’d really let that happen to you? Pft.” 

He shrugged lightly, he could have been married too, and maybe that was why he was so bitter about the whole idea. Sure, part of him knew he’d had a lucky escape, he didn’t want somebody in his life that’d sleep with his friend weeks after he left state for school, but alas, he’d been young and proposal had seemed like the only option: now it seemed like the only thing he wouldn’t do. Chuckling softly to himself, his head shook lightly. “Anyway — back to the original question, expensive liqueur, that’s what I send to family members that aren’t directly related.” 

Lucian laughed, he didn’t mean to. He simply couldn’t help himself. His head shaking seconds later as he let out another chuckle, “you’re rockin’ it man, don’t worry, you’ll do great—” he wasn’t so sure of that, but alas, he was all for giving out the pep talk where it seemed necessary. “And hey, if you do terribly, at least, y’know—” he shrugged, attempting to think of something positive. “.... You have some nice shorts from the experience.” 

Pushing his tongue into his cheek, Lucian smirked, his head nodding simply, just once. “Yeah, go on then.” 

“You don’t need to get married, its not life and death.” He responds, almost matter-of-factly, “it’s just an overpriced excuse of a day for all attention on you, and then you have to shag the same person, day in, day out, forever.” He shrugged, head shaking. “Unless you get divorced, which then adds even more expense onto something that isn’t even necessary to begin with.” 

Closing the medical journal sat in front of him, he figured he wasn’t going to get much chance to read it now, seeing as the stranger across from him seemed intent on conversation. Lucian and his British charm being far too polite to tell him he was busy. “Undoubtedly, I uh — lost in he moment, don’t take much notice of other things around me.” And that was true, truly dedicated to his job during working hours, his concern was his patients, and only his patients. “Jason—” he nodded his head. “Please. Lucian Ford, people call me Luke.” Lucian was always so formal. 

“Marriage is a myth, really. Who needs paper to say they love somebody?” He spoke, shoulder shrugging. Though, truth be told: he’d been willing to get married, once upon a time. 

He nodded his head simply, his gaze flickering back down to his book for a moment. “I uh — do the odd shift in ER.” He remarks, “I run the doctors office in Westbrook, though. So yeah, I’m a doctor, not a hospital one though, not anymore.” 

Lucian glanced up from the medical journal his eyes had been following, his brow raising slightly as his eyes darted around the room. Honestly, he wasn’t one for small talk during his morning routine, yet, here he was. “I mean, nectar of the Gods and all that—” he hums, head nodding towards his coffee mug. 

“I mean uh.” He’d clearly assumed, and that was now biting him because he didn’t have anything even remotely witty to say in response. Chuckling to himself. “Man, I dunno, maybe next time you should specify who you’re buyin’ for.”