What a bright and sunny day in Cincinnati. Sam Evans, Sam Evans was known by many people in this city, especially his suburb and surrounding suburbs. He was a well respected psychiatrist whose clinic was the best in town, he had his own business, which was booming mind you and he loved his job. He looked professional at all times, he always wore a button up dress shirt, usually a blue shade with black pants, sometimes a cardigan or a jacket at times. His dark blonde hair with a little hint of a fringe revealing. He recently had 2 months stress leave, after one of his patients committed suicide right after seeing him. He blamed himself, but it really wasn't his fault. The boy was a homosexual teenager who was abused as a child, his mind wasn't all there and Sam couldn't fix him, no one could, not even the finest mental institution in the country. Sam let that all go and decided to start work again and seeing clients, he had 5 appointments this afternoon so he decided to get a coffee before work, maybe even a cream cheese bagel. He walked into the small, antique and retro looking cafe and lined up at the glass showing the various pastries and desserts you could purchase. He ordered his coffee and stood by the little table where you await for your beverages. There were two drinks on the waiting table, both the same size but one wasn't his.
"Oh I'm terribly sorry, they mixed our drinks up." A small, diminutive girl with mid length blonde hair which seemed perfect and big hazel eyes, approached, her hand on one of the hard paper take away cups.
"Oh no need to be sorry ma'am I'm sure I can suss out which one is mine." Sam looked inside the small hole of the lid and smiled. "Chocolate mocha?" He smiled sweetly at her, she nodded.
"That would be mine." She let out a small giggle, followed by an embarrassing snort. She covered up her mouth and nose with the palm of her hand, blushing.
"Quite a snort you have, it's cute for a stranger. I'm Sam by the way, Sam Evans." He reached out for her hand, she shook it politely.
"You're that psychiatrist my parents keep raving on about, they keep recommending me to see you but I don't like seeing shrinks so." Quinn looked a bit misguided by the last of her sentence; she didn't want to offend this cute stranger.
"You need to see someone? Why you seem perfectly healthy and normal to me." Sam grinned, making her smile.
"It's a lot more complicated than that..." She looked around awkwardly.
"I don't mean to be an irritant here ma'am but I didn't quite catch your name." He asked, looking at her.
"Quinn, I was named after my great grandmother, Patricia Quinn Tonks. Why I don't mean to ask so many personal questions Mr Evans but you have that southern look to you, are you from the south?" She asked, sipping at her mocha.
"Indeed." He nodded, walking over to a booth close to the condiments section of the cafe.
"What brings you to Ohio? I mean, there's nothing more to do." Quinn sat down across from him.
"I went to Ohio State, got my degree and my PhD. It was Ohio or California and there is no way I'm starting a medical physiatrist's office in California." Sam let out a laugh.
"Well I'm originally from a small town in Virginia but...my mother moved here so I carried on my life here. She's living in Columbus right now." Quinn couldn't help but continue this conversation with a stranger. Quinn was a small country girl, she moved to Cincinnati because of reasons she wasn't willing to discuss.
"Lovely, well I better run Quinn I have work to attend to. I would love to see you again; you seem like a great girl. Here." Sam handed her a dark blue business card with his details. "Call my office and I will be more than happy to accept a second date." He smirked.
"Wait this is a date?" Quinn asked.
"It feels like one." He smiled and stood up from the chair, leaving the cafe ready for work.
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Quinn walked into the hospital; this was another ordinary day for Quinn Fabray.
"Ah Quinn, Dr Olsen is waiting for you in his office." A big woman sitting behind the registration desk said. Quinn smiled politely; this was the same day, every day. She walked inside the doctor's room, sat down on the white bed and dropped her handbag.
"Ah why isn't it my favourite girl, Quinn. Now did you take your medication?" The middle aged, grey haired, chubby doctor asked.
"Yep."
"Did you exercise?"
"Yep." Quinn didn't like to make talk when she was here, she knew the staff well. She had been going here for 5 months now, since she was diagnosed.
"Okay Quinn, we are going to do some scans I have to ask you to take your wig off and also change into your gown." The doctor ordered, setting up equipment in the corner. Quinn didn't like taking off her wig, she felt ugly without it, ever since the day she found out she had leukaemia her mother sent her to the best hospital in Ohio to the best doctors, to do everything they could to save her daughter but as far as Quinn knew, she was closer to the grim reaper than ever.
A/N: Love it? Hate it? Should I continue? I know I haven't updated hot for teacher yet but I have the chapters ready on my flash drive which is being borrowed so I will update that fic soon! But here, enjoy xo