Dr. Leonardo Bravucci's life is a calm breeze, trouble free until he finds himself stuck between a rock and a hot brilliant resident, a situation that makes him for one very hard...
It was just one scandalous encounter in a dark alleyway with a tota...
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"You are a resident?" Elizabeth was stunned by the young man sitting across her. He looked awfully familiar. Those green eyes, she'd seen them before. But—where? "Are doctors not supposed to be old?" The woman spoke inconspicuously as if she was divulging classified Pentagon secrets.
Seth laughed. "I studied medicine in the UK, doctors there graduate younger compared to the US. Besides, my generation is a lot smarter than yours." He teased making his mother's lips curve upwards.
"You know, I have a son." Elizabeth said warmly. Her hazel eyes were glimmering with something Seth could've sworn was love on any day of his life. "You remind me so much of him. He's fourteen now." Her smile was delicate not until it was replaced with something else entirely, probably pain? Emotional pain.
"What's your son's name?" Seth asked.
"You actually share the same name with him and your eyes..." Elizabeth drifted on her statement. She had a deep thinking expression on. "It's crazy right?"
"No, it's not," Seth appeared amused. "Not crazy at all. People share the same names all the time."
Elizabeth thought about it. "You're right," then she flashed her pearls. "When other kids were sticking crayons inside their noses at nine years old, my baby was busy making a Time Bomb inside the basement of our home."
Seth's face warmed at that highly mortifying memory. It was not exactly a time bomb—it was supposed to be a time machine. At that age Seth was convinced he'd invent a time machine, however most of the science behind his project was hogwash. Electric wires of different voltages ended up touching resulting in a neighborhood blackout.
Let's just say LAPD was not very impressed after finding out the source of San Fernando Valley blackout but Elizabeth clearly was.
Seth cleared his throat. "A time bomb? That sounds a little—extreme. At least for a nine year old."
Elizabeth shook her head grinning like a proud mother she was. "There's nothing called extreme in Seth's vocabulary. That boy is way too smart for his own good." When her lashes fluttered, a lone tear cascaded down her cheek. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tear up like that."
"It's okay to cry sometimes. Makes us human." Seth squeezed her right hand.
Elizabeth thought the gesture was sweet. "You're a nice person." She said in all sincerity.
Seth disagreed, he instantly shook his head. "I wouldn't use those words to describe myself."
