Sienna sat in the consultation room, sipping a fresh cup of coffee. She was waiting for Noran, who had left with his manager. Her thoughts kept going back to how Noran had teased her earlier.
"Unbelievable! He really had the audacity. You better watch out, Ryu Noran. Next time, I'm firing back." She muttered to herself.
She straightened her notes, trying to look composed—though a small flutter of anticipation betrayed her calm.
The door swung open, and in walked Ryu Noran, followed closely by his manager clutching a tablet.
"Mr. Noran," the manager said with a slight bow. "This is Dr. Sienna Marie Ben. She'll be taking over your care while Dr. Lee is away."
Noran's gaze slid to her, and a slow, teasing smirk appeared on his lips.
"Oh, we've already been acquainted," he murmured. "How could I ever forget?"
Sienna's chest tightened. Her smile stayed perfectly polite, but her brain was already screaming,
Of course he'd bring that up. Wait and see, Mr. Noran… just you wait.
The manager blinked, confused but polite, then nodded. "I'll leave you both to discuss your things." With a brief glance, he exited, shutting the door behind him.
Noran slouched into the chair opposite her—one arm draped lazily on the side, the other scrolling through his phone.
"Right," Sienna began, checking her notes and tapping her pen, "let's start with your basic routine."
"Already sounds thrilling," he muttered without looking up.
She ignored him. "Medications on time. No skipping meals. Gym and workouts should be mild. You have to get enough sleep. And no smoking or alcohol—"
That earned her a raised eyebrow.
"You know, doc, my job doesn't exactly allow me to follow all these rules."
"Your body doesn't care about your job title," she replied, tapping her pen again.
He leaned forward, mimicking her posture, and pitched his voice higher in imitation.
"'Your body doesn't care about your job title.'"
He even tapped his fingers like a fake pen.
Her jaw dropped. "Did you just—?"
"Imitate you? Yes. Pretty accurate, right?" His grin widened, dimples flashing.
Is he...seriously this childish??
Sienna sighed and continued. In between, she stumbled slightly over a Korean word. A tiny curse slipped out. "...Crap."
Don't say anything stupid again, Sienna. Please.
Noran's head tilted, curious. He didn't call her out, but the glint in his eyes said he'd heard.
"English is okay with me," he said finally, with a faint smile. "If it's easier."
"Oh… thank you." Sienna was genuinely surprised by the sudden considerate tone—and grateful to escape her broken Korean.
She continued the consultation, reviewing his latest reports in detail and giving him the necessary advice. He half-listened, half-scrolled, his gaze occasionally flicking to her with sharp attention.
"Are you paying attention?" she asked.
"Of course."
He shot her the classic I'm watching you gesture—two fingers from his eyes to hers.
Sienna kept her composure, even though she found it funny somehow. "Alright, that's it for today. We'll have weekly check-ups, and I hope you'll follow my advice, Mr. Noran." She smiled at him.
He didn't reply—just watched her, eyes tracking her every small movement.
Soon they both got up to leave. Sienna held the file to her chest. Their shoulders brushed—accidental, but charged. Noran's eyes flicked to hers for a fraction of a second, eyebrow raised as if daring her to react. She caught it and immediately looked away, heart thudding.
That's when something fell down from his pocket—a sleek e-cigarette hit the floor with a soft clink.
Sienna's eyes widened.
He has a cigarette? And , he brought that to the consultation?? This guy!
Bending down to pick it up, Noran's gaze caught hers.
Omo… her eyes are like my bike's headlights—bright, wide, hard to ignore.
he thought, smirking as amusement sparked across his face.
He straightened, holding it inside his hands . His eyes twinkled.
"Oh, this? Prescription ones. I'll tell you about them next week. Can't wait, doc."
Sienna blinked as he walked past. He shot her a teasing side-glance over his shoulder, dimples flashing.
He's definitely trouble. But it's not like I'm giving in.