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Coin Toss

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"Any allergies? Medications you're currently taking? Do you drink?"

The questions thrown at you make you feel as if your brain is going to explode, and those weren't even half of the ones this woman has been asking you. She's not even writing anything down or reading from a paper, just staring at you.

You sit in the middle of her couch while she sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you, leaning forward on her legs as her eyes burn into yours. Her apartment is bigger than you expected, given she lives alone, but it also makes sense for her to have space where she can hide her products. Despite it looking cozy, it doesn't help how intimidating she is.

"Well?"

You snap out of your thoughts and shake your head, "No! None of that." You're unaware that your leg has been bouncing, exposing the nerves and stress she's making you feel. "Look, I'm pretty sure Sasha told you-"

"Yeah and I honestly hate talking to men like him." The lady rolls her eyes and stands up, walking to the kitchen that's connected to the living room. "So, you want to cure your insomnia but don't want to see a real doctor? Am I right?" She starts to open her cupboards, cursing each time she doesn't find what she's looking for.

"It's not insomnia. I just-"

"Can't sleep. Do you think I'm stupid? With what Sasha's told me, you basically have insomnia. Listen, I studied for a long time, I know what I'm talking about."

You bite your tongue and look the other way, crossing your arms as you huff through your nose. Her cutting you off is pushing you closer to the edge, but if you are to say anything out of line then you might as well say goodbye to the one thing that will help your sleeping issue.

You're not sure who she is or what she exactly does for a living. Your boss, the one named Sasha, set up this appointment for you and this woman. Apparently they've known each other since Sasha entered his...distribution business, and it's obvious she isn't a big fan of him.

"I know that asshole hates that you're here with me." The woman snickers to herself as she pulls out a small container with some stuff rattling inside. "Your boss doesn't have his hands on the stuff I do. Things people wanna buy without waiting for a prescription or needing to see a doctor. He must be pissed." She walks back into the living room and tosses it onto your lap, making you flinch.

You scoff at her behavior and pick up the container, wiggling off the top while pulling down on the bottom. Inside is a white paper box, with nothing but a few childish stickers decorating it's dull appearance. The sight makes you look up at her in disbelief, to which she returns with a scrunched face of her own.

"What? Thought I'd make it look cute."

"How old are you?"

"Excuse me?!" She glares at you, gripping at her sides so it's not your neck she's strangling. "I suggest you leave now, little girl. You're lucky Sasha paid for this, or else I would beat the money out of you."