“Ma’am, are you okay?” The strange man who held her asked.
“Wha—? Who are you?” Vivian asked, startled.
“It’s alright. You started to fall and I caught you. Do you have fainting spells often?” He asked with quiet concern, still holding her.
“No. I don’t know what came over me,” she whispered into his chest.
“Do you remember anything?”
“No, wait, yes I do! He was sitting at that table, with her!” She shouted, angry for showing them such weakness.
“Ah, do you want to sit down for a moment?” He asked holding her shoulders.
“No, thank you, but my husband canceled all my accounts. I have no money to sit at one of these tables,” she said turning away, her fists balled at her sides.
“Well I do. If you would be so kind, I’d like to buy you lunch,” he replied catching her arm, turning her.
“I’m not sure I should be eating so soon if I fainted,” she said not daring to look him in the eye.
“It’s okay, you’ll be fine,” he reassured her, stoking her arm.
“How do you know?” She asked demurely.
“Because I’m a Doctor.”
Taking her hand, she let him lead her over to a waiting table.
She fell in love with him all over again. Her husband played his played part beautifully. Who would have thought that he would have been willing to play the role of a Doctor seducing a distressed woman?
By: Ben Pollard
