Adrian
I tilted my head to the left slightly and made eye contact with Dr. Soraya. I wondered how she slept at night. If she slept oh so peacefully and dreamed of becoming famous, or marrying a man with lots of money. I figured she dream't of a husband. Of getting married and having kids of her own someday. Some cliche thing like that. She could to--she has the looks. I just don't think experimenting on kids would seem that appealing to a man. Maybe she was already married. I doubted it though. Not many scientists here have families. They've all come from bad situations at home is what I heard. It could be tragic, but I could be happy.
"Hello Adrian. How are you today?" She asked.
Oh, how I would love to just..
"I'm fantastic Dr. Soraya." I replied, letting the sarcasm drip off my sentence.
Her name came out more accusing than I intended, but whatever. I was past hurt feelings and ignorance. If she wanted to act nice, so be it. I wasn't going to act like anything for her. For any of the scientists for that matter.
"How are you?" I asked, "Sleep good last night?"