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[centre][color=99afcc]Location: Outdoor setting of a café in central Paris[/color][/centre]


As the Parisian streets met with Olivia’s feet, she was greeted with the sound of a shattering teacup. Olivia momentarily turned to the source and the then to the cause of this event. She had no intention of intervening, but she kept watching for a bit as the man looked like he was about to attack the child. Luckily the situation was quickly aided by what seemed to be the young girl’s father.

Noticing the peaceful resolution of the situation, Olivia turned around to return to her plan, until the father of the girl asked for her attention. If she had heard him correctly, his name was Lawrence. He had a slight foreign accent that she could not exactly place, though his French was definitely understandable. Olivia was quite tall for a woman, but quite easily dwarfed by this man. Something about his build, length and attire made him look somewhat intimidating, but that didn’t come across in his behaviour.

She looked at the man with a kind smile on her face, and answered in her fluent French. [color=99afcc] “Yes, what can I help you with?” [/color] She figured he would likely ask her the same thing as the man. As a doctor, helping other people was somewhat of a calling for her regardless of whether ir was related to health or not.