Owen
I walk into the building, it's pretty nice. They try to make it feel comforting, but it isn't working for me. Last night I wasn't nervous, but now that I'm sitting here in this cold, stiff chair. I feel like my heartbeat is speeding up and my throat is as dry as sandpaper. The thought of having to talk about my feelings towards her. My feelings of hatred obviously are unsettling. Can she just call my name already? Just sitting here makes me feel like I need to cry.
Felicity
"Thank you, Mrs. Dobbins, this has been a great session for us. Please call me if you need anything." I say as my client leaves the room. I sit down and take a sip of water. A random urge to start crying hit me like a bullet. My throat tightened and I started sweating uncontrollably. I don't know why I was like that for a couple of seconds, I never get emotional after a session. After I cooled down I grabbed the "Next Client List" off of my door and started walking to the waiting room. I reached the room, I wasn't focusing when I read the name "Owen Asher" wait, I recognized this name. Then I look up and see him, the "him". The notebook I was holding dropped to the ground, he looked up.
Owen
I'm sitting here waiting, looking down at my phone. Then I hear the sound of a notebook falling. I look up and see a tall slender woman, long auburn hair and eyes that sparkled brighter than the North Star. "No way it's her".