The woman was pretty. And fashionable. Everything on her was high-end, brand-name clothing.

"Off the rack" was a foreign term to her. Beneath an ankle-length Khaki coat, she wore a knee-length cream-white dress with a pair of navy blue high-heeled shoes. A black shoulder bag completed the outfit.

Her Light brown hair was parted in the middle. It was long, falling about her shoulders. She wore light make-up, brown eye shadow, and purple Lipstick.

She smiled and said nothing.

“Let's go!" Sheffield gestured to her. He wanted to talk, but outside the office.

While the other doctors were whispering to each other about them, the woman followed Sheffield outside.

It was December and the temperature was scarcely above freezing. After wrapping her coat about her, she took a look at the man walking in front of her and smiled.

When they came to the corridor leading to the hospital garden, she spoke first.

"I get it, Sheffield. You're busy. You don't text back or answer my calls. I came here three times hoping to see you. No luck.

And today, I must have waited an hour before you finally took the time to visit." There was no blame in her tone, but a trace of helplessness.

Sheffield turned back to look at her.

"Yeah, I've been really busy.

There something I can do for you?" he replied honestly.

"I moved back. I found a job with a big company, working as the manager of the finance department." Gillian Clifford Lived here before, then lived abroad for a time. She had recently decided to come back.

She sounded quite proud of her new position. A department head was nothing to sneeze at. And so soon after coming back here.

"Congratulations!" Leaning against a pillar, Sheffield took out his lighter from his pocket and began to play with it. Flicking it open watching the flame, then closing it again.

His Lack of enthusiasm made her feel helpless.

"Are you busy now? Let's have dinner together."

“Yeah, I am kinda busy." He didn't even have time to see Evelyn. How could he have time to eat with another woman?

They continued to walk while chatting.

After glancing at his lighter, the young woman asked, “When did you start smoking?"

“People change. I know I did."

“You got that right!" Suddenly, something occurred to her. She caught up with the man and asked, “Why did you quit racing? That was your favorite hobby. Well, that, and computers." Sheffield used to play on the computer all the time. Gillian thought he lacked ambition.

“I told you: people change. I found something more important to me."

“Do you mean you don't like racing anymore?"