It was some minutes passed 3 before Matteo came to get me for lunch, I hadn't noticed the time fly by. And neither did he it seemed.
He took me to the Armenian restaurant as promised.
"You were really in your element", I pointed out as we both looked through the menus.
His green eyes found mine then, a smile settled on his face that reached his eyes.
"Yes, I feel very at home at work.
A cliche thing to say, but the truth.
When I left home and pursued medicine, I was uncertain because I sort of chose medical school on a whim.
But I fell in love with it all, even when I was sleep-deprived and burned out during residency and medical school.
It felt right.
I knew I made the right choice", he had the enthusiasm in his voice that I used to have when I painted, my heart ached then. Yearning for that feeling again.
"I get, it", I said, trying not to sound how I felt.
Matteo's eyes searched mine, and it was like he could tell what was on my mind.
