Jordan was one that he felt like never fit the normal mold of things. Left his family young, finished school young. Became a doctor to rarely wear that famous white coat. He never liked it and how it looked, the idea of it. So he did dress nicely for his job and would wear the appropriate items when he had too.
He have his hair brushed back and in place, cut back at last only cutting it down a few years ago but still was little longer then the average male would wear their hair. He was done with his work in the office for today and thought it be nice to stop in and get some coffee and go over some papers he had on some patients needing his help
Hearing a name being called out he looked up Loran? over and over as he eyed the cup he sighed, how did they get that wrong. “Jordan you mean?” he said as he picked up the cup. The one who was handing out the cup just shrugged and walked off. “And they say a doctors hand writing is bad?” he said to himself as he made his way over to sit down.














