Isa sat down quietly on the white couch in the waiting room. It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when she arrived, and it seemed like she was the last patient of Dr. Micheal. The lobby of the clinic was very simple with black tiled flooring, and white walls, hanged were a series of photographs of different sunsets taken from various places.
A young woman in her late forties went out, looking relieved and relaxed.
"Your next, Carmen Anderson," said the receptionist, an early twenty-something girl with pink hair, and glasses like Willy Wonka's. She was actually busy watching a Youtube video of a concert.
"Oh, It's Isabel, i'm taking over Carmen's..."
"Ok whatever, in my book, it's Mrs. Anderson, and it has been paid. So go inside, take off your clothes in the dressing area, lie down, and the doctor will be with you in a moment," she said stoically. "And by the way, i'm logging off, won't wait till six, so just work your way out after your session."
Speechless with the warm welcome of the receptionist attitude, Isabel went inside the room, swearing she's never coming back again. But her back was just sore from the flight a day before, she had no choice but to accept Carmen's gift.
When she got inside, there was actually no dressing area, it was just a chiropractic bed, a chair, and a wall with three hooks. She felt awkward undressing leaving her plain white underwear on.
"Are you ready Carmen?" she heard a male voice call from a connecting room.
Tired of explaining of her taking over Carmen's place, hearing it was a male's voice, Isa hurriedly lay down on the massage bed, burrying her face in between a tissue laden crevasse head-rest, above the leather upholstery, and said loudly:
"I'm ready!"
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ChickLitIsa has finally moved-on from Pat after he broke his promise. Or so she thought. Fate just had other plans.
