The sterile white walls of Jason's office felt surreal, adorned with dental charts and gleaming instruments that I kept poking at every chance.

My fingers traced the laminated brushing technique poster, I still couldn't believe he was actually a doctor. A part of me felt he was lying or trying to impress me.

The door clicked open behind me, and I turned to see Jason sliding his arms through his shirt sleeves, his fingers working the buttons with practiced efficiency.

A brief glimpse of ...