Lauren tilts her head, her brow furrowing as she stares at Thomas, who has suddenly appeared in front of the clinic. He's smiling widely, a duffle bag in hand, waiting for Lauren to say something.
"What are you doing here?" Lauren finally asks him.
"I'm working here starting tomorrow. Your father already agreed to it," he says, handing Lauren an official letter from her father, signed and sealed, stating that Thomas is the new doctor for the clinic.
"We need a general practitioner, not an orthopedic," Lauren points out.
"Oh, come on, we're more than enough. And it's good to have an orthopedic around, right?" Thomas smiles.
"Thomas, for real, what are you doing here?" Lauren asks again, her disapproval evident.
"I told you, I'll be working here starting tomorrow," he reiterates.
"We currently don't have any extra room. We need to clean the working room," Lauren sighs.
