I am on my way to my office to meet and have a consultation with the daughter of one of the wealthiest Chinese couples in this city. I was told that the teenage girl tried to commit suicide and her parents doesn't know what could be the reason that she suddenly wants to commit suicide when they said that "We gave everything she wanted!"

I looked at my watch and saw it's almost 9 o'clock I am supposed to meet with the girl's parents and the girl later. I was too busy yesterday and I didn't have time to prepare what and what I should and must ask and look out for. That's why I am rushing this morning. I rushed until the day I bumped into the most handsome man I have seen in my entire life.

The handsome man is riding a Ducati Diavel which is a very expensive but very nice-looking motorcycle.

I don't care if I will be late for my office. There is something about this man that I want to stay longer to see his face. I thought to myself.

I stopped walking and watched him. So far, all I can say is that he is too handsome and too rich. My heart is racing fast and I don't know why.

"I am so sorry! Please excuse me! I am running late for an appointment. I am very sorry," I said while I am apologizing and trying to get past him.

He stopped and bent his body and tried to look at my eyes. He said, "I am Van and you are running late and hit my Ducati and you are sorry? I am sorry is what I must say."

"I am Megan. Megan Choi. I am a doctor. Thank you for stopping your motorcycle. Are you alright, Sir?" I asked.

"Oh yes. Are you alright, Doc?" He asked.

"Yes, Sir. I am sorry, Sir. I will go now." I said smiling.

"No. Hey. Are you alright, Doc?" He asked again.

"I will be alright," I replied.

He helped me up to my feet. He tied the ropes of my purse. He still saw my eyes, hoping that I will offer him a smile too.

"I am sorry, Sir. I have to go." I said trying to get past him.

"No..." but I didn't let him finish because I will be really late for my appointment. So much for trying to look decent and not wanting to drive my car to lose more weight. Ugh, my hip hurts because of the incident that just happened. I was trying to flirt with that guy, gosh, what am I even thinking? I don't have any skills when it comes to flirting. I may be a good and skilled doctor but never a flirt.

Just in time, I managed to meet the teenager. She didn't want to say anything at first, which is pretty normal. My patients usually take a lot of time before they start talking, I clearly understand because it's hard to trust anyone about what they feel inside. That's why I give them the time that they need until they try to speak up.

A few minutes passed and finally, she said she has been feeling sad for a few days now. She claims that the reason she's feeling that way now is that she thinks that it's not fair that she gets why she does what she does and she still doesn't get the reason why this is happening to her.

I really don't think this is related to her or her parents. Personally, I think this teenager is depressed and I told her parents and the doctors at the mental health facility what I think and I hope she can live a normal and happy life and overcome and recover from her depression, and medication and medication will eventually do their job.

I started the session with the teenager by having her talk about her relationship with her parents, her school work, her dream, her hobbies, her friends' party plans, plans to celebrate the special occasion, ideas for her graduation party, what her ideal husband should be like, etc.

I talked about the things she likes, her work, her hobbies, her school, what she likes to eat, what her favorite day is, what she thinks about her body, why she thinks her friends are beautiful, how are her parents are...

And she never stopped talking. I told my secretary to tell the father and the mother to wait outside and give them some water or coffee and they can wait until my conversation is over with their daughter.

I was actually surprised that she answered most of the questions. When I gave her a tissue and showed her a mirror and asked her to talk about her face and the things she likes and doesn't like about her face, she got angry at herself.

She got angry because she thought she was wrong to complain about it. I think she's too defensive. I told her, "Look at yourself. You have a beautiful body. You are not ugly." I said.

"I don't know. I just want to look beautiful..."

After our conversation. She thanked me and I remind her that she needs more sessions with me next time. She told me that she'll come and she'll try to reach out to me from time to time.

I got to the cafeteria and there I saw some of my colleagues getting flowers from their boyfriends.

Which I never really experienced because I am still single.

I saw other coworkers screaming. Which I also never really experienced because I'm just too shy to do that.

I always work on my way, never to other people.

I was waiting to get to my desk when I saw my ex-suitor standing in front of the door.

At first, I thought he was here to give me roses or something like that. But instead, he brought something for me to eat.

So, did he do this for me? Or did he do it for himself?

I smiled and took the hot food that he brought for me.

After all, I like hot food for breakfast or lunch or dinner.

"Why are you here by the way?" I asked him while we're eating. He is actually dating someone already, after I rejected him before, we became friends and he would occasionally visit me to have a free consult.

Tsk

"I just want to visit you since you're still single and... virgin? So you must be lonely." then he chuckled to tease me more.

"I am single because I chose to be single!" I rolled my eyes at him "But there this guy who hit me with his Ducati earlier." I started telling him the story and he is just giggling telling me that I am such a cute person to think that what happened is considered as flirting.

That's why I am here now inside the bar to come and find myself my first experience