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Chapter 22

Eric's Point of View

We were finishing up our last session and I really didn't want it to end. I did not want the girl of m dreams to just walk out and go home with that creepy lumberjack she calls her boyfriend. I bet he doesn't even love her, wait, I take that back. It's impossible not to love Kirstie. He just doesn't love her and care about her as much as I do.

"Well," I choked out, "Looks like our time is up." 

"Really? Ugh! But I don't want it to end!" She groaned sinking further into her chair. 

"Same with me, but I bet you have your knight in shining armor waiting for you outside," I said, putting all my notepads away.

"Oh! I'm going home in a taxi, Avi has to go home for something," she answered. She pulled a short strand of hair out of her eyes and smiled.

"Well, we can't talk here, but I know a good pub that we can talk at. It's like 5 minutes away from here," I insisted. I was praying for a 'yes'. 

"That would be great! Should we go together or is that weird since you're my therapist?" She asked as we both got out of our chairs. She pulled back the same piece of hair and picked up her purse.

"We can drive together. Remember this was our last session and so I am no longer your therapist," I informed her, giving a slight smirk. 'I wonder if she saw that...' I thought to myself (regarding the smirk) Her cheeks turned from a golden tan to a shade of pink. 'Yep, she did.'

*At the Pub*

We got out of my car and we headed inside. We entered through the large wooden doors and felt a wave of heat and cigar smoke roll over us. 

"This is amazing!" She commented, taking off her jacket. I smiled and agreed as we found a booth to sit in. 

"Can I get you anything?" I asked, letting my elbows rest on the oak table.

"I would kill for some fries," she answered, fixing her hair.

"I'll be right back," I smiled.

I scooted out the booth and went up to the bar and got some fries for us to share and a beer for me along with a hamburger... for me.

After getting all that I ordered, I made my way back to the booth. I had to dodge a few drunk blondes trying to sing and 4 guys getting into a fight over something stupid.

"I've returned!" I called out, quite proud of myself.

"And lived!" she added, taking a french fry from the basket. 

"Indeed it did," I laughed, looking down as my burger and beer. "So you're in a band did you say?" I asked before shoving the burger into my mouth.

"I would describe it more as a group. Band makes it sound like there are instruments," she explained.

"Oh! So you're acapella!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah! We are currently making our first original album. Before we used to do a lot of covers and sometimes we would add some originals, but this one is all us." 

"That's amazing! Are you guys just starting out or..."

"No, we've been at if for now 3 years. We actually just won a Grammy so I think we're on the right track."

"A Grammy?" I asked. She nodded and her face began to turn that familiar pink blush again. "So I am in the presence of a celebrity!"

"Stop it!" she giggled, reaching for another fry. "I wouldn't consider myself a celebrity...I'm just a nobody..."