He likes me.

Was Liza Dr. Mark's daughter? I couldn't believe it, I was stunned. Ross had to go take care of a patient in intensive care, while I had my break so I could flood my head with thoughts.

My head was a complete mess, how was it possible that that girl, who hated me so much, was Dr. Mark's daughter? So I sit at a table in the garden having a juice, thinking deeply, but someone interrupts me.

“Does it look like you're thinking deeply?” Dr. Steward tells me, waking me up from my thoughts.

“I'm sorry, I've had a very bizarre day.” I said, drinking from the straw of my grape juice while sighing somewhat disappointed.

“If you want, you can tell me, I'm like a priest from a good Catholic church, well, although I can tell it to everyone, and with the fact that I'm Jewish.” He mocks, after making a joke. “Just kidding, never I would.

“I know, don't worry Dr. Steward, my problems aren't that important.” But I knew he wouldn't leave him like that.

“Miss Jefferson.” He says in his deep voice. “Let