Isabelle sat in the room, her eyes fixed on her laptop, as a soft, melodious Thai song filled the room. While waiting for Rayleigh's therapy session to commence, as she often did, Isabelle found herself swaying gently to the rhythm, lost in the music's soothing embrace.
Rayleigh, observing Isabelle's captivating movements, couldn't help but smile at the sight. "She's so precious, isn't she?" She remarked to Christopher, who was also present.
Christopher grinned, replying, "You say that in every session, Doc. And you never fail to blatantly point out how single I am, every damn time."
Rayleigh couldn't resist a playful joke. "Well, why don't you get a boyfriend then?" she teased.
Christopher rolled his eyes, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Help me find one, then. God knows I need all the help I can get to land myself a loyal homo," he retorted, only half-joking.
