NOVEL NEXT Chapter 146: Date With Nurse Luna
"This is surreal," she said softly. "I spend hours studying this stuff, struggling with concepts, and you're just... casual about it. Like it's obvious."
I was speaking her language because fluency in someone's obsession rewires how they see you—turns you from background noise into the exception they can't stop replaying in their head.
Curiosity was the first hook. Reliance was the second.
The best way to get someone to lean toward you is to be the person they can lean on.
The more we talked, the more the posture changed. She leaned closer. Laughed easier. The smile wasn't professional anymore—it was personal.
'She's not seeing a student anymore. She's seeing someone who can match her intellectually, someone who gets excited about the same things she does.'
"What about pharmacokinetics in emergency situations?" I asked. "That's gotta be challenging when you're calculating dosages under pressure."
She groaned, then laughed. "Don't get me started. Last week I nearly screwed up a dopamine drip calculation because the patient was in cardiogenic shock and I second-guessed myself."
"Dopamine's tricky because it's dose-dependent," I said. "Low for renal perfusion, mid-range for cardiac contractility, high for vasoconstriction. When someone's crashing, self-doubt gets people killed."
"Exactly!" she said, leaning forward like she was chasing the conversation now. Eyes bright. Smile real. "You understand the pressure. It's not just knowing the information—it's trusting yourself to apply it when someone's life depends on it."
She thought she was finding common ground. I knew I was building it, brick by brick, until the only way forward was toward me.
As we continued talking, I realized something profound was happening. For the first time since my enhancement, I was forming a genuine connection with someone without the system, without missions, without Eros.
This was just Peter Carter, talking to Valentina Luna, and finding something real, holding her attention and letting her know it was natural. It felt real.
'I can't believe Tommy pulled this off naturally and got his girl—his own girl, no supernatural strings, no enhanced cheat codes. And here I was just… connecting for the first time. Actually connecting.'
The professional air between us was gone, stripped away without either of us naming it. She was close enough now for her perfume to slip past my guard—warm, clean, something with a faint floral edge.
Her body language had opened, her posture angling toward me instead of the door. And when she smiled—which was happening more and more—it wasn't the polite reflex of a nurse.
It was a smile that reached her eyes, the kind that makes people think they're being seen instead of studied.
"Okay, you've officially blown my mind," she said, shaking her head with that dazed amusement people get when they realize the script's been flipped. "Where does a sixteen-year-old learn advanced emergency medicine concepts that I struggle with in graduate school?"
"Seventeen next month," I corrected, smiling just enough to imply I knew more than she thought. "And I told you—I read everything. Knowledge connects across disciplines."
"That's..." she hesitated, searching for the right word. "That's exactly how I approach learning too. Emergency medicine isn't just medical knowledge—it's psychology, pharmacology, physiology… even engineering when equipment fails."
"Systems thinking applied to human crisis management," I said, feeding her the phrasing she didn't know she wanted.
"Exactly." She looked at me like she'd stumbled across something rare and valuable. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation with a high school student. You're making connections I struggle with."
"So about that coffee..." I let the grin linger just long enough to register as a shift in tone.
She held my gaze, curiosity and—just under the surface—something warmer tipping the scales against her professional caution. "You know what? Fuck yes! But I'm bringing my pharmacology notes, and I want to see if you can actually help me understand some concepts I've been struggling with."
"Challenge accepted."
She thought she was setting the terms. She didn't see they'd been mine from the start.
"Starbucks near the university district, four-thirty. And Peter?"
"Yeah?"
"This better not be some elaborate pickup line disguised as academic discussion."
I grinned. "Luna, if I wanted to impress you, I'd have started with something easier than pediatric sepsis protocols."
Her laugh was warm and unguarded—an honest sound, the kind people only make when they forget they're supposed to be cautious. "Fair point. I'll see you at four-thirty."
As I stood, my phone buzzed.
Isabella: Need to see you in my office. Important. I'm burning and I need 'it' in me.
'And just when I thought today couldn't get more interesting.'
"Everything okay?" Valentina asked, catching the flicker in my expression.
"Yeah, just… scheduling conflicts," I said. "Still on for coffee?"
"Absolutely. I'm actually looking forward to it now."
*
Walking back toward my next class, I replayed the conversation. It hadn't been about charming her into bed or running a system mission.
It was cleaner than that—connection built on shared knowledge, like two chess players recognizing the same impossible move—that had been genuine human connection based on shared intellectual interests.
Still, even a genuine connection is leverage in the right hands.
'I just asked out the school nurse by discussing medical emergencies, and it worked.' Not because of supernatural bait, but because she now saw me as someone rare in her orbit—someone who could keep up... because we actually connected as people.'
ARIA's voice in my ear carried an almost human amusement: "Fascinating development, Master. Your first successful social interaction based purely on intellectual compatibility rather than enhanced abilities or system directives."
'It felt… normal. Good normal. The kind you could almost forget was still calculated.'
"Indeed," ARIA continued. "Perhaps there is value in cultivating authentic human connection alongside your supernatural assets."
By the time I slipped into my next class, the day had rewritten itself: coffee with Valentina at four-thirty, Isabella's mysterious summons, and the delicate art of keeping both fires burning without letting either turn into an inferno.
Just another day in the prototype empire of Peter Carter.
'Now, I hope you're ready for me, Oh~ Bella~"