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Amanda turns to me, her hand now resting on my arm. “Dr. Steinberg is a renowned oncologist,” she explains excitedly. “I’ve read your thesis on the impact of personalized treatment plans for pediatric cancer patients. It was truly inspiring.”
Dr. Steinberg chuckles softly, flattered by Amanda’s praise. “Thank you, Amanda. I’m pleased to see someone appreciating my work. It’s not often I meet someone so passionate about the field of oncology.”
Amanda blushes, a genuine smile lighting up her face. “Well, cancer research is something close to my heart. I’ve always dreamt of making a difference in the lives of cancer-stricken families.”
I watch, captivated by the way Amanda’s eyes sparkle with fervor as she talks about her aspirations. I realize how lucky I am to have her by my side in moments like these.
Dr. Steinberg nods approvingly. “It’s a noble dream, Amanda. The medical field could use more dedicated individuals like yourself. Have you considered specializing in oncology?”
Amanda’s eyes widened, and she glanced at me briefly before returning her attention to Dr. Steinberg. “Actually, yes. That’s one internship I’m considering for next summer.”
I squeeze Amanda’s hand gently, silently encouraging her. I stand in awe as they continue discussing the medical field. My girl really is remarkable. I may call her Princess, but the girl doesn’t need a title to shine. She does that all on her own. I get the privilege of witnessing her glow.
After a few minutes of talking, Dr. Steinberg smiles warmly at us both. “Well, if you ever need any guidance or mentorship in oncology, don’t hesitate to contact me. As a fellow advocate for cancer research, it would be a pleasure to help.” He reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out a business card. “Here. This is my personal number. I’m serious. Whenever you need anything, let me know.”
Amanda beams at his offer, gratitude shining in her eyes. “Thank you so much, Dr. Steinberg. Your support means the world to me.”
Before he can respond, Coach Howell interjects, his gruff voice cutting through the conversation like a sharp blade.
“I think it’s time to start serving. We better take our seats.”
Goodbyes are exchanged. As Dr. Steinberg walks away, Amanda turns to me, a renewed energy in her step. “Did that just happen?” she asks, disbelief coloring her tone.
“Looks like it,” I say, grinning. “Damn, girl. You never cease to amaze me.”
“That was awesome. Thanks for introducing us.”
“I believe that was all on the coach.”
“No, you could’ve kept me hidden beside you. You went out of your way to include me.”
“Hey, we’re a team, remember?”
She beams as we head to meet the guys.
As the night progresses, I can’t help but feel proud of Amanda. She’s driven, intelligent, and beautiful. And as we find ourselves tucked in a corner away from the crowd, I know I fell for her. Hard.
“Need some air?” I ask, catching her eye.
“God, yes.” She takes my offered arm, and together, we slip away from the crowd, from the noise, and from the expectations.
The courtyard is a pocket of serenity, moonlight casting silver over cobblestones, jasmine scent riding the cool breeze. We’re truly alone here, and the weight of our connection settles around us like a cloak.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she says, her voice softer than the whisper of leaves above us.
“Stunning.” But I’m not looking at the stars, the garden, or the artful twist of shadows—we both know it.
Her laughter rings out, genuine and unrestrained, the sound tethering me to this moment. “You’re ridiculous,” she chides, though her eyes dance with amusement.
“Only about you,” I counter, stepping closer. There’s something about the way she looks under the moon’s rays, how it outlines her profile, that makes my following words feel inevitable. “Amanda, what we have—it’s not just for show, is it?”
She hesitates, the playfulness fading to vulnerability. “I don’t want it to be.”
“Neither do I.” My hand finds hers, and it’s like two puzzle pieces snapping together, right and perfect. “This … us … it’s the realest thing I’ve felt in a long time.”
“Me too.” Her fingers tighten around mine, anchoring me to her, to this burgeoning truth between us.
Our lips meet, and it’s a revelation, the kiss speaking volumes where words fall short. This is it, the beginning of something neither of us saw coming, but somehow always needed.
