"I've always been interested in medicine. At first I thought I wanted to be a surgeon, but after the first biology class where we had to dissect a corpse." He gave a shiver. "I decided I'd go for something a little less invasive and that would make people feel good. While I was going to medical school, I worked at a gym nights. I got into bodybuilding as a kid and the physical therapy and exercise just seemed to go together." He shrugged, "And here I am. What about you, Illya? What do you do for a living."

"I am currently unemployed. I was law enforcement until the injury. The shoulder was not the only bullet wound." Solo had already seen him without a shirt and would have seen the fresh scars on his shoulder and his leg. The one on his head wasn't that noticeable, luckily. "I took medical retirement," he said as they reached the car.

"You can probably tell, I love fashion," he said changing the subject. "My mother was model and fashion designer. I learned from her. I am thinking to get into fashion industry either as designer or consultant."