• At a shoot.
  • I look at my hand: This looks weird.
  • Vivia: A funny-looking splinter. Let me get it out.
  • Vivia fumbles around.
  • Me: It's okay, I can get it later.
  • Vivia: I am a doctor!
  • Me, to the others: She will study medicine, starting next semester.
  • Laughter and a cute Vivia who gets out the splinter with her fingernails.