Gemotions

The anticipation had been building for weeks, ever since he'd seen the profile picture on the therapist’s website. The smirk, the glint in the eye - it was unmistakable. David. The king of the playground, the tormentor of his childhood. Now, a counselor. He had to meet him.

He was the first one in the waiting room, fiddling with the magazine on the coffee table. He was certain that the minutes were melting into hours. He imagined the various scenarios of the meeting. He could not wait to hear what David had to say.

The door opened. David appeared, looking slightly more weathered, but still undeniably David. "Come in, please."