The golf outings? Smirking lightly at his response, her eyes glanced up to him as he continued to explain why he wanted to become a doctor. However, it seemed that he wanted to flit around the real reason. Money, parents forcing him, just the title. As they walked over to the woven rugs, she then heard him tempt her to guess. Smirking to him, he then dodged back to her, as she listened to his words.<br/><br/>As he asked her favorite art form, she then smirked. “Now, now, can’t go telling my favorite. It’s a secret. However, I will tell you my second favorite.”<br/><br/>“Music.”<br/><br/>Turning her back to him, she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes seemed to be a bit mischievous. Walking away from him, she moved over to the music area, and soon she was standing in front of a picture of Beethoven. Beside it, was a small biography about the man, as her eyes darted across the words. “Stories from the artists, bled into their lives as they can not be denied a passion.”<br/><br/>The blue eyes seemed to glance over to where the rugs had been last located. There was a small group, speaking in hushed tones, almost sounding frantic, a woman came over and hushed them completely, escorting them outside. “You know how to fix a person who is near death, how to bring life to a child, and keep it sustained. Even Pre-Med, you are ambitioning to learn such acts of miracles.” Offering a soft smile, she spoke, “I find it interesting, you wish not to talk about yourself. Why? No desire in being a patient?” She asked.