Olivia Sparks

"Ouch!" Emily swatted Dylan's hand away, flabbergasted at how he electrocuted her innocent size A babies.

"Sorry. It won't hurt this time," Dylan reassured her, holding his hands up. The sincerity in his tone was enough to pacify Emily, so she sat like a good girl, raising her arm and waiting for him to do the exam.

Dylan Chu cleared his throat, nodding as he checked her left b.r.e.a.s.t. Oddly, he was celebrating inside when he didn't feel a racing heartbeat.

Usually, when ladies come in to get their b.r.e.a.s.ts checked, the patients' hearts would be charged and galloping in their c.h.e.s.ts, distracting him from doing a physical exam, but Emily was different. She was calm, even humming as he checked every inch of her left b.r.e.a.s.t.

On the other side of the curtain, Ava elbowed Olivia upon hearing Emily shriek, but the latter ignored her as Olivia's nose was stuck on her phone screen, reading all her unopened emails.

Seeing that Olivia would rather focus on her business than eavesdrop on others' conversation, Ava didn't bother her anymore and continued to heighten her hearing to get a gist of what could be transpiring behind the curtain.

"Oh wow, you're so good. I'm kinda having a really nice b.r.e.a.s.t massage."

"Mmm. If you wanted a b.r.e.a.s.t massage, I know a spa that offers one."

"Really? I haven't heard of that bec—oh god that was so good. No lumps yet?"

"Not a bead. Left one is good. Let's try the other side."

Ava tried to be subtle with her movements, perching her b.u.t.t on the edge of the seat so she could move forward and hear things louder and clearer.

Beside her, Olivia's attention was glued to her phone until she heard Dylan say, "Please squeeze your n.i.p.p.l.e so we can check for any discharge."

"What?" Olivia mouthed, turning to face Ava who shrugged and covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing.

"Is this okay? Or do I need to pinch harder?"

"Whatever's comfortable to you."

"Can you pinch it for me, please? I don't see anything dripping."

"Then that's good news. It means you're healthy. You can put on your clothes now."

Ava and Olivia straightened in their seats when Dylan Chu parted the curtain for him to pass through. He closed it behind him and glided his chair back to his desk.

He was almost startled upon seeing the two ladies inside the room as he had completely forgotten about them, but was quick to school his features into the professional straight face that he was sporting on the daily.

The sisters-in-law stared at the doctor who was writing his assessment on his little notebook, typing it after on his computer. 

Ava was itching to scratch her ears when all she heard was silence. Wasn't this doctor chatty earlier? What happened to that guy? Why is this guy in front of her suddenly closed off and quiet?

"Is everything okay with our friend, doc?" Ava inquired, studying Dylan Chu's reaction.

"Mmm," Dylan nodded, his curt reply irked Ava but she chose to give it a pass. Why can't he tell her more about the results? What kind of answer is 'Mmm'?

She sat on the seat across the desk, drumming her fingers on the table. "So, Doc Dylan, what made you choose oncology?"

"My mom. She was diagnosed with b.r.e.a.s.t cancer in my last year in med school. I was aiming for neuro but, I guess I have a different calling."

"Ooooh, that's sweet. How is she doing?"

"She's been in complete remission for a decade." He smiled at her before tracing his sight back on the monitor.

"Look at you smiling! You're a mama's boy." Emily wiggled her eyebrows, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh when Dylan shot her a dirty look.

"Is that a problem?"

Unperturbed, Emily pressed on, shrugging. "I don't know. Ask your wife."

"I'm single. Never dated. Not that I suck at dating but I really have no time."

"Well, if you see titties every day, what's the use of dating, eh?" Emily commented.

A mouse cl.i.c.k.i.n.g forced Emily to look down at the mouse, eventually, her gaze fixed at Dylan's long and slender fingers, gawking at it for the second time of the day. She thought those fingers would be really nice if it plays the piano.

Dylan Chu retracted his hand from the mouse, snapping Emily from her reverie. She trained her sight on him who leaned on his chair, tipping it at a safe angle as his arms crossed over his c.h.e.s.t. 

"For the record, I see a lot of other body parts in my office. And to answer your question, I haven't thought about that. Perhaps my dating aversion was an effect of seeing different shapes and sizes of titties." He air quoted.

"Oooh, so does that mean you're leaning more onto flat c.h.e.s.ted girls like me? I can recommend a few people."

"Yes, like you... Wait? What are we talking about?" He slid his chair closer to the desk and pushed his squoval eyeglasses up his nose bridge when it got dislodged by his sudden movement. He got lost into their conversation when one topic got mixed with another.

"I said, I can recommend a few ladies with small t.i.t.s but big hearts for you." Emily winked.

"Nah, I'm good. I'd rather skip the dating part and just go straight to marrying when I meet the right one." A boyish grin painted Dylan's face. 

It left Emily speechless that she gave up on their conversation. It's a pity though because a good friend would fit Dylan's bill but whatever. He said he was not interested in dating at the moment so she let the matter slide.

Right in front of Emily and Dylan was Olivia and Ava whom the doctor and patient had forgotten, existing with them inside the room. The sisters-in-law just sat there quietly, listening to the two converse inside their own bubble. 

While Ava was blushing at the two—creating the best wedding theme for the two as she watched Emily and Dylan's interaction in Disneyesque slow motion, Olivia was busy on her phone doing a background check on the guy. 

What a weird coincidence.