- 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.

