"Therapy?" John responded after a pause, frowning at Elara. The lady suddenly brought this up during breakfast, which left him wondering where she had even gotten the idea.
He shook his head, "I was having that. And then I came here."
Elara hummed thoughtfully, "So, how was it going?"
"Terrible." He crossed his arms. "You kept haunting my dreams still. What a witch."
"..." You just had to jam that one in, eh?
She laughed sarcastically, "Should have gone to the church then."
He rolled his eyes. Scooping a large portion of the green-colored jelly, he smeared it onto the square-shaped toast before biting into it.
"I will go and book it today," he shrugged.
Elara grinned wildly, leaving him frowning.
"What did you—?"
"Congrats! I already did it for you," she interrupted with a smirk.
"So, whether I had agreed or not, you'd still have found a way to shove me there, huh?"
