"Karev's pretty strange." Absently glancing over to the side, Ro catches him. He's sitting in a dim-lit corner, tendrils of dark, cocoa hair framing his naive face like a halo. Karev is concentrating on the book in front of him, a goofy, dimpled smile on his face. She feels something dangerous and delicious stirring within her; a sensation so alien that goosebumps break out all over her skin. "No he isn't," She mutters. "He might be a bit...lost, but he's a genius." In which the girl (albeit reluctantly) observes the guy, and the latter is too loony for his own good. A story reminding us of simple things, and also of pure, uncontaminated attraction. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.