Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of the small cafe. Liam took a long, slow sip of his latte, the warmth spreading through him. He’d seen the name plaque at the clinic - Dr. Bethany Hayes, LPC. Bethany Hayes. The girl who used to steal his lunch money and call him ‘four-eyes’.

He’d booked the session, conveniently, for a day he knew she'd be working. He needed someone to talk to, someone to unload his pent-up frustration. It was a bonus that his therapist was also the same person who had caused a great deal of his frustration to begin with.

He adjusted his glasses, watching as Bethany emerged from the office, looking frazzled. He felt a quiet humming inside his chest as she walked over to him, a polite smile on her face. "Mr. Davies?" she asked, her voice tinged with professional courtesy. He inclined his head and followed her inside.