Cristina
"Okay, so Miss Walker I am Dr. Johansson. We are going to get started okay?" She looked at the doctor and scowled. She shrugged and let him continue. "What was your purpose in going to the jewelry store that day?"
"I wanted it." She rolled her eyes. She already went over this enough times. She was tired of talking about it.
"Why did you want it?" He scribbled something down on the paper and looked back at her.
"I just wanted to take something." She picked at her nails, clearing off the final black polish that once covered them. "It's not like I couldn't afford it, I have the money." She looked up at the doctor once more. He shifted in his seat as her gray eyes boared into him. "Nervous doctor?" She asked in her soothing tone.
"No." He answered sharply. She bit her lip as she tilted her head. "Anyways, what's so great about taking things to you?"
"Well, you want the honest answer? Or the one I say to make me seem lest sociopathic?"
"The honest one please." He requested. She smirked at his answer.
"I love it."
Luke
"Okay, so Mister Hemings I am Dr. Johansson. We are going to get started okay?" Luke clenched his jaw and looked at the elderly man with sharp eyes. "Alright, so what do you find so fasinating about fires?"
"They're just really fun to watch and play with." He shrugged. He twisted his purity ring around his thumb a couple times, not looking at the doctor anymore. "I like the colors."
"They are nice colors aren't they?" Luke just nodded. "Well, why did you set the building on fire?"
"I was bored of just small fires, I wanted something bigger." He responded. "I wanted something that would light up my night."
"What's so great about fire anyways, Luke?" The doctor continued to scribble things down.
"I love it."
