“Honestly, I’ll probably need more help with a social life than with my schoolwork,” Lincoln admitted shyly. “All I remember about being social, in medical school, anyway, was that you’d drink a lot and hope you didn’t do anything to ruin your reputation or your grades. If at all possible, that’s something I’d like to achieve without drinking.” He added a few songs to the playlist and handed the tablet back to Skye. “Can’t say I’ve overheard many compliments about the music.”
“Ouch. You could’ve at least kept it to yourself to save me a heartbreak. And, by the way, you’re on,” she said, dropping her fake hurt act as she discarded her untouched beer bottle and the tablet on one of the tables. “Let’s socialise, Med School. I already know you’re the least problematic person I’ve ever met. What else? Do you volunteer at animal shelters?”