Infinite

The Final Session- Part 3

Rachel

The coffee shop is mostly empty as people don't typically order caffeine when it's almost four o'clock in the afternoon. I've been sitting here anxiously sipping on my iced caramel macchiato while I wait to be summoned.

I glance around the room again to try and relax. There's only five round tables in here with a small bar to sit along the wall next to the register. It smells like cocoa and coffee beans, which is probably the most comforting smell to me. My mom used to make a mocha every morning before she went to work, and the smell of chocolate coffee would wake us all up before school. Sophie would come running into my room and jump on me in bed, despite me protesting every morning.

I secretly loved it, though.

Lucas' iced mocha sits on the table next to me. He runs warmer than most, and even in the winter he drinks his coffee cold. I had to introduce him to the world of iced coffee in college, otherwise he would just set his cup of hot coffee in the fridge to cool it off. Lucas is the smartest person I know, but when he does silly things like that it always makes me smile.

"Oh, good, you didn't move onto mine," Lucas' sweet voice brings me out of my daze as he places a warm hand on my back.

His dark hair falls over his forehead as he leans down to give me a kiss.

"I would never," I defend as I brush his hair out of his handsome face.

He sits down across from me and takes a sip from his coffee.

"I'm supposed to send you back to Dr. Wilson's office." He smiles at me flirtatiously. "But I just want to stare at you for a moment."

My cheeks are burning even though my mouth is full of iced caramel. Lucas grins from ear to ear as I struggle to choke it down.

"Well, you can stare at me all you'd like when we get home," I tease.

His eyes light up as I slowly rise from the table.

"I'll be back soon!" I quickly rush away from Lucas despite his calls for me to come back, teasing him.

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The office is decorated with colorful Christmas lights, red bows, poinsettias, and little Santa figurines. There is a small tree sitting atop a red blanket in front of the window that Lucas likes to gaze out of. It's full of twinkling lights and handmade ornaments. I walk over to the tree and examine them; there's little clay handprints, popsicle stick creations, and school photos. The blue of the velvet couch looks darker now, as if it is also sad that we won't be coming back after today.

That's the goal, at least.

"Rachel, please come and sit down," Dr. Wilson says as he finishes up a granola bar from behind his desk.

I gingerly take my seat on the sofa and watch Dr. Wilson as he sits down across from me and plops his binder onto his lap.

I wonder what he's written down in there over the last three months.

"I had a wonderful chat with Lucas, and I'm looking forward to our conversation as well," he says warmly.

I can feel my palms beginning to sweat in anticipation of his questions.

"I said this to Lucas before we began, so I am going to reiterate it to you as well. These questions are for reflective purposes only, not to make you feel guilty about any past events in the relationship."

I nod at him quickly as I rub my hands on my jeans. He glances down at his notes before looking up at me again.

"You were in a whirlwind romance with a man named Sam for one week while Lucas was away on his most recent mission," Dr. Wilson begins bluntly. "It sounded like it ended as quickly as it began. I am curious as to why," he poses.