This is Pan Dulce [she/they] and they’re a time traveler from the retrofuture!!
Pan Dulce comes from an alternate timeline in which what we thought the future would be in the 60′s-80′s actually became a reality. Hoverboards, hovercars, retrotfuturistic architecture, etc. is everywhere.
She’s hyperfixated on exploring places “from her time” that are now abandoned, and she’s huge on dead malls and vintage taco bells.
They smell like the inside of a pastelería
24/7 all the time.
They’re a dog of few words. Like, no words. Pan Dulce doesn’t talk a lot.
She’s never seen without pastel 80′s clothes and cool sunglasses.
The one is a werewolf, and has not yet disclosed this teeny tiny detail despite of them having dated a while already. Tell how the other one finds out.
When Dr. Gonzalez offered his practice to Phil upon his retirement, Phil wasn’t sure what to say. He’d been working here and there around the city, never really settling down anywhere, to any one clinic. He tended to go where he was needed, get the job done, and help everyone he came across as best he could, but he never really felt welcome anywhere.
Dr. Gonzalez ran a small practice in a bedroom community just east of the city. The more Phil thought about it - the normal hours, buying a small acreage, the short commute into town if he needed anything, the more appealing the idea became. Finally, he asked Dr. Gonzalez if he could come out and take a look around. His old mentor was more than happy to have him drop by for half a day.
The clinic was in a two-story strip-mall-like building between a delicatessen and a nail salon in the middle of the little town. Calling it a strip mall really didn’t do it justice, as the developer had set up the buildings to look like a classic ‘main street in a little town out of a Christmas card’ or something similar with fake white shutters and elaborate scrollwork.
Stepping inside, he was cheerfully greeted by Nurse Simmons, a bubbly young brunette with an English accent. She asked him to take a seat in the tiny yet comfortable waiting room while she let Dr. Gonzalez know he’d arrived. What he hadn’t expected was for Melinda May, one of his favourite nurses from his days in the downtown emergency room to appear shortly afterwards to lead him back.
He sat in on Dr. Gonzalez’s afternoon appointments, and found himself pleased to be introduced to the patients as the doctor considering taking over. Everyone was friendly, if a bit reserved to meet the stranger, but everyone immediately invited him to the first Farmer’s Market of the year opening in a few short weeks. From various people, he heard about the pie baking competition, the amazing booths of homemade goods and food. The crowning glory seemed to be the archery demonstration. Apparently somewhere between town and the city limits, there was an archery range, and said range was owned and run by a local. The event was not to be missed.
Melinda was more than happy to join him at the local pub for a quick beer once the clinic had closed for the night and Dr. Gonzalez headed off home to his own acreage.
“Thoughts?” May asked as she set down a glass in front of him and took her seat.
“I am very sorely tempted.” He admitted before taking a long swallow. “I must admit I was surprised to see you out here. Back in Emerg, you could martial whole armies with a look. Isn’t small town life like this boring for you?”
She gave him a raised eyebrow in response. “I needed a change, wanted to focus on other things.”
“What other things?” he smiled at her somewhat wistful tone.
May clinked their glasses together. “Take over the practice and find out?”