I’M Fell In Love With the Doctor

Chapter 1 - Calista

Characters Introduction: Calista is 22 years old. (FL)Work as a Scientist. Evander is 26 years old. (ML)Work as a surgeon. Carl is 30 years old. (FL brother)Work as a Doctor. Vera is a friend of Calista. Jude is a friend of Evander. Jasmine has been the best friend of Calista since high school. Marcus was a close friend of Evander and Jude. Julane is a close friend of Calista and Jasmine. Elio is a friend of Evander and other friends. Brynne is a friend of Calista and the other girls. Oliver is a friend of Evander and Elio but haven't met for a long time since his duty. Gabrielle is friends with all the girls. Daniel is friends with a few boys around him.

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I was buried in my lab paperwork, frustrated beyond belief. The experiment had failed—again. No matter how many different methods I tried, nothing seemed to work. The frustration of repeating the same steps a thousand times only to face failure was overwhelming. With a heavy sigh, I decided to pack up and leave. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Stepping outside, I was met with the sound of rain pounding against the pavement. The downpour was relentless. I put on my earphones, drowning out the world with Taylor Swift's "Fortnight" as I walked through the rain.

As I approached the parking lot, I noticed a familiar, expensive Mercedes parked ahead. I stopped in my tracks, pulling out my earphones, a mixture of curiosity and caution rising within me. Was this some kind of coincidence, or something more sinister? I started to panic, wondering if I was about to be kidnapped. Just as I was about to scream, the car window rolled down, revealing a familiar face—Evander.

My heart skipped a beat. Evander, my brother’s best friend, and a doctor, looked as handsome as ever. Tall, muscular, and radiating a certain heat, like he had just stepped out of a sauna. “Hey, I’m picking you up. Get in,” he called out to me.

“Are you sure? Am I bothering you?” I asked hesitantly.

“It’s fine. You’re not bothering me. Are you getting in or not? If not, I’ll drag you in myself,” he said with a teasing smile.

I quickly walked over to the passenger seat and opened the door, realizing just how soaked I was from the rain. Evander handed me his handkerchief without a word, and I accepted it gratefully, wiping my hair, face, and arms. The scent of his Dior Homme cologne filled the car—a strong, intoxicating aroma that spoke of good taste. He started the car and turned on some songs by “The Weeknd” as we drove in silence.

Time seemed to stretch as we drove, neither of us speaking. The only sound was the steady rhythm of the rain and the soft music playing in the background. Finally, Evander broke the silence. “Your brother’s going overseas again. He’ll be gone for eight months.”

“Eight months?!” I blurted out, unable to hide my shock. “Are you serious? Eight months?”

“Yeah, he’s got a new assignment,” Evander said, his voice calm. “He told me to look after you while he’s gone.”

I frowned. “Why would he ask you to look after me? I can take care of myself.”

“He worries about you, especially with him being away. He knows you don’t like it when he’s gone, especially with him volunteering in conflict zones like Ukraine. The war hasn’t ended, and there are still people in desperate need. He feels he has to help.”

I bit my lip, feeling a mix of emotions—frustration, worry, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness. “What about other countries?” I asked quietly.