A Glimpse into Michael's World

Emma walked into the expensive café that Michael had picked for their lunch break, feeling a bit out of place among the elegant décor and sophisticated clientele. She spotted Michael at a corner table, looking effortlessly at ease. He stood up and smiled warmly as she approached.

"Emma, glad you could make it," he said, pulling out a chair for her.

"Thanks, Michael. This place is... fancy," she replied, taking her seat and glancing around.

Michael chuckled. "I thought it would be nice to have a change of scenery. Besides, the food here is fantastic."

As they settled into their seats and placed their orders, Michael began to share more about himself. "I chose to be a neurosurgeon because of a personal experience. A friend of mine was diagnosed with an oligodendroglioma, a rare type of brain tumor with a very low survival rate. It was devastating."

Emma's eyes widened. "Wow, that's intense. How did you handle it?"

Michael smiled softly. "Thanks to my medical knowledge and my connections