Alex watched Anastasia as she walked over to the picture of Beethoven, all the while glancing back at him playfully over her shoulder. Her subtle teasing and mischievous smile caused his pulse to speed up and his cheeks to hint at a blush. Even after knowing each other for only a few minutes she was having an effect on him. This was a good sign.<br/><br/>He smiled innocently as he followed behind and listened carefully to what she had to say. He had always been told women preferred men of mystery. Still, he was starting to wonder if maybe she found his evasion a little suspicious. This was a blind date, after all – women knew enough to expect the worst from strangers. He decided to level with her rather than risk pushing her away.<br/><br/>"None," he quipped in response to her question. "We are the worst patients. By the way I’m not trying to be coy,” he explained with a smile that carried a hint of smolder. “I’m just trying to avoid depressing medical stuff. But I think you are the kind of person who would want to know, so I’ll just lay it out there. I'm hoping to become a pediatric oncologist. I want to help sick kids with cancer. I know that’s probably a downer so we don’t have to talk about it right now if you’d rather not. I just feel like that’s where I will do the most good in the world. My parents don’t understand why I’d want that specialty…” he said with his voice trailing off. He looked at the floor for a moment to find the right words.<br/><br/>“I don’t know how to explain it. Besides helping to cure them, there’s really no better feeling than making a sick kid smile. I’m pretty goofy in a white lab coat. I can really get them going, sometimes. It's the best.”<br/><br/>If she seemed open to it Alex stepped forward into her personal space. “I hope you don’t mind me saying all that, I know it was heavy. So, I’d love to hear about your number one passion besides music – if you are up for that,” he added as he stared deeply into her eyes.