In Dr. Luv's office, the two couples sat in the surprisingly big and spacious office, which would make anyone wonder how long it must have taken him to arrange that entire scene.
"Okay, you're early; that's a problem," said Dr. Luv when he came into the room where the couple was seated waiting for him patiently, but he didn't do it in a manner that suggested he actually cared about the efforts they put into it.
"Oi, Dr. Pretty Boy, what took you so freaking long?" said Henry in frustration.
"It's Dr. Luv to you; don't mess it up again."
"What kind of name is Dr. Luv in the first place?"
"My full name is Dr. Christopher Luvstone. Better?"
'That's even worse,' Henry thought.
"You mentioned earlier that us being here early was a problem," Maggi said.
"Ah, at least one of you was paying attention."
He stood up and walked about the room as if he had no specific destination. Moments later, a lady burst through the window with a hook attached to her waist, swinging a straitjacket in the direction where Dr. Luv was.
Henry jumped and covered Maggi with his body to protect her from the stray pieces. In the process, his face met Maggi's. It was a dangerous moment, but it was also the most beautiful they'd had in a long time; they were so close, face to face, feeling their noses touch and their heartbeats in sync.
When the chaos cleared, he turned to the woman who had burst through the window. She had long red hair flowing over her shoulder and wore an alluring leather suit that seemed straight out of a movie.
"What are you doing here, Martina?" said Dr. Luv, his voice softening slightly, though he remained unshaken by the whole scene.
"Christopher! I can't stand the thought of you being so far away. I want to stay with you until we're gray and old because you've always been there when I needed you the most. Just say you won't leave me."
Dr. Luv's expression softened ever so slightly. "Martina, you're exaggerating."
"Is this beating passion in my heart an exaggeration?"
"Yes, yes it is."
"How could you say that after all we've been through?"
"Look, all I did was help you carry your luggage to your car. It doesn't mean you owe me your life."
"But the way you carried it, with such care and attention, it showed how compatible we are."
The two couples who were already in the room were shaken to their cores. What kind of man is a therapist and so indifferent to someone who clearly has feelings for him?
"Marti, I can't waste your time, alright? I have clients right now, and you're freaking them out."
He then walked up to her and, with an unexpected tenderness, kissed her gently on the forehead.
He then called Greg to escort her out.
"What the hell, Luv? If you don't like her, then why did you kiss her?" said Maggi angrily.
"Oh, that? It was the only reason she came here in the first place, but the kiss to the forehead put her in a suspended state of confusion."
"Why the hell did she come bursting through the window?"
"How did she even get up there?"
"At least it was better than her bursting through the door, wasn't it?"
"That would have been rude," Luv said with a deadpan and sarcastic expression.
"Babe, I can't take this anymore. Let's leave this man."
"If you cross that door, there is no coming back," said Luv with a blank and bland expression.
He obviously didn't care if they attended his counseling; he only cared about finding what he was looking for.
"But babe, it's free," Henry said in a whiny voice.
"Argh, you're so cheap," Maggi said in an angry tone.
"Do you really care about cheap, useless services more than my well-being?" she said, concerned.
"No, but I—"
"Argh, you're so immature, Henry!"
She then stormed out of the office, leaving Dr. Luv and Greg alone.
"If you're looking for the perfect couple, then why do you always chase the promising ones away?" Greg said.
"Do you know what makes the perfect couple, Greg?" Luv said while brewing tea and handing a cup to Greg.
"You know the readers might not agree with this, right?"
"I'm not apologetic; I am who I am, Greg," he said while lighting a stick of cigarette.
'Who smokes and drinks tea at the same time?' Greg thought.
'I've known him all my life, but since then, ever since then, he's refused to change, worn the same thing, drank the same tea, and always had the weirdest habits.'
"You know if you're done staring, you can have a drink," he said to Martina, who was at the entrance of the door.
"Was it that obvious?" she said, a hint of shyness in her voice.
"No, I'm just used to it," he said blankly.
'He's right; that hair and those eyes definitely draw attention his way,' Greg thought.
'But he was always so proud of it.'
"Sir, can I ask you a personal question?" Greg said anxiously.
"Out with it then."
"Why is—um, why is your eye and hair color different? I've known you since we were kids, but your—your hair color, your eyes, they were..."
"Normal?" he finished his indecisive question.
"Well, you can blame my failure of a father for my beautiful hair, but my eyes, thank my mom," he said with a soft smile, something he had not done in a very long time.
"But I thought your dad was dead?" said Martina, taking a sip of tea casually.
"Yes, my biological father. He and my mother were the absolute perfect couple, but when he died, and my mother married that despicable man, I promised on my father's life I would find the perfect couple, a perfect match."
'So that's why he allowed those two to leave; he must have not seen them fit,' Greg thought to himself.
"Me and you are a good match, aren't we the perfect couple?" Martina said, her voice filled with hope.
"It's more complicated than being a good match, kawaii baka ne," he said while gently rubbing her head.
'Way more complicated,' he thought to himself.