"Department of Design," Julie responded calmly, her voice carrying a hint of poise as she adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder.
Bekora nodded, clearly impressed. "Cool," he said with a small smile, then added proudly, "I'm studying medicine. I specialize in obstetrics and gynecology—OB-GYN."
Julie's lips curved into a teasing smile. "Future gynecologist," she said with a soft laugh, her eyes glinting with amusement.
Bekora chuckled, nodding with visible pride. "Exactly."
He glanced sideways at her as they continued walking. "Future… wait. You didn't tell me which part you want to specialize in."
Julie smiled, this time more thoughtfully, as if savoring the question. "Menswear illustrator. Couturier," she replied, her tone confident but light.
Bekora blinked in surprise, genuinely taken aback. "That's rare," he said, turning to look at her with curiosity.
Julie tilted her head slightly, her brows lifting. "What do you mean by rare?"
