"I'm here for my regular check-up appointment."

"I see," the smile dr. Honda Hitomi offers to the patient that just entered the room is a little strained. "Take a seat here." She let the newly arrived woman sit across her, taking a deep breath before she says, with much of a consideration, "You look fine."

"Doctor," the woman husks, after releasing a loud, scandalized gasp, "I'm here for you to check my health, not checking me out." She giggles, smiling coyly as she twirls her dark hair with her fingers. "Aren't you supposed to ask me my name first before complimenting me, doctor?"

But Hitomi only eyes her with a deadpan expression. What this woman is thinking is beyond her. "I was saying your general condition, ma'am. Do you have any complaints that lead you here?"

The woman flirtily bats her eyelashes at her, a grin slowly growing on her face. She doesn't seem unfazed by the clinician's cold attitude. "I wonder what it is?"

Again, Hitomi doesn't look the slightest bit amused by her flirting. She keeps her strained, polite smile on, but her tone is anything but friendly. "Why do you visit me, then?"

Yet again, the woman doesn't seem to be unfazed by the blatant disrespect. "I did say I'm going to visit you today," she grins wider. "Can't I meet my fiance at her workplace? I miss you so much."

Well, Hitomi has to admit, it's a little weird to