Getting The Guy

Chapter 45: The Step Forward

Song: Little Me

Band: Little Mix

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“So Miss Walters, how are you feeling today?”

If I were to be truthful and say how I'm truly feeling, I might end up staying here longer than originally planned.

The rustic decor of the two large, leather armchairs, the simple center table along with the floral carpet spread over the marble floor. The circular silver clock ticking away from its place on the wall and the pictures of people with serious poses strewn across the wall gave the impression that whoever decorated this place definitely didn't have a flair or care for good interior decor.

I wish I could meet the person who decorated this place so that I could have a few heated words with them about why they created such a tedious ambience in this place.

I stared ahead at the lady who looked like she was thinking about what to cook for dinner when she took the picture. 

I was regretting my decisions more and more each time the clock struck another second.

I wanted to snap my fingers and disappear right then and there.

But of course that's not possible. 

“I'm good actually.” I replied with a tight smile. “I'm a proud survivor of a rare case of a disease called boredom. Thanks for asking Dr. Bean. I do appreciate your concern. And you? How's your day going?”

Dr. Bean gave me one of his signature scowls. 

It's been like this for the last few days.

It's always the same questions or demands.

Like, tell me about yourself. 

How are you feeling today?

Tell me about school.

But even though I should be focused on the demands that were weighing on my shoulders. I couldn't. My curiosity about whether or not my therapist was somehow related to the movie actor who played that character Mr. Bean plagued my mind. But then again, he looked nothing like him.

His nose was long, his overgrown hair was a shocking copper sticking out left right and center on top of his head and so were his eyebrows. His jawline was sharp. His cheeks were sunken. But not like a narcotic addict's look. It was more of a handsome squidward look.

His legs were very long. But despite all this, he was a very handsome man and I just know he must have a few admirers lined up, waiting to prance on him.

He also seemed very young compared to the contenders that are usually in his field of expertise.

But judging by the teak wood brown suit and the ivory undershirt that was too big for his body type, especially those parachute pants and those overly large, fake glasses perched on his narrow nose which hid a gorgeous set of lime green eyes. He reminded me of someone. Someone familiar. 

“Sarcasm and a snarky tongue won't get you anywhere Vannessa and it sure won't get you out of here any quicker.”

I sighed, then propped my chin in my open palm with a grumble, “believe me. I know.”

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. 

I drew my eyes from the clock on the wall to the man sitting opposite from me. 

“Why don't you tell me something you like about yourself?”

“I don't want to talk about myself. That's just a complicated subject. Plus I know that if I say anything that may alarm you, legally you're required to file a report against me.”