Dr. Arjun Maheshwari stood from his chair behind his table and looked out the window toward the parking lot next to his building. His clinic had closed and the last patient had left more than fifteen minutes ago. He shifted his foot impatiently, willing for that silver car to appear. At least he thought it was going to be silver; it was what she had driven last week. He glanced at his watch: any time now. He hoped she would come.

As if conjured by the power of his mind, the silver car turned the corner and entered the parking lot. It stopped and Arjun could practically sense the bewilderment the driver must be feeling at seeing the near-empty lot. He didn't wait to watch the driver exit from the car as he strode towards the clinic's front entrance.