I saw you at production station: long brown hair with bangs, dark pink scrubs, a teal stethoscope in a pocket. You took a few steps off the train then sprinted to the end of the platform where a man was lying flat on his face. You crouched down and began talking to him. Curious, I came over and heard you speaking to him so kindly. The man was very drunk and asking you for smokes but you continued to make sure he was OK and speak to him with respect which is so rare. He made a joke and you smiled a beautiful smile, suggested he sit up on a bench, then left to find a skytrain worker. Let me buy you a coffee sometime?