Isa already exceeded their time limit and he knew it was irresponsible of him but he cancelled all patients for that day so he could spent more time with Iris. After hours of talking Iris noticed the time.
“Oh God, time passed by so quickly.” She said shocked and felt quite guilty about hogging all his time.
“You can stay if you want to, I really like talking to you.” Isa confessed. Iris smiled at his words. “But don’t you have other patients?” she asked. “I’m actually not even working today, I cancelled everyone. Except you.” He said honestly. It felt as if Iris was his only exception for everything.
Iris’s eyes widened and that adorable blush reappeared. She stayed silent not knowing what to say. Isa wanted to ask her something but before he could she said: “I have to go.” Isa’s face dropped.
“Do you have plans?”
She shook her head. “Not really.” This was his chance, he thought, just ask her out for a drink. Isa scratched his neck while mumbling his question. ”So … Uhm … Do you maybe want to continue this conversation by joining me for a drink or grab something to eat.” He asked flustered. Iris hesitated but caved in at his cuteness.
“Alright”, she agreed slowly. “But let’s just go for a drink.”
Isa beamed, not expecting her to agree so easily. “Great, I know a nice bar in town, but I’ll make sure they’ll serve you only non-alcoholic drinks. Due to you only being 18 and all that.” He said smiling. She laughed without a trace of humour but he noticed. “Why don’t we go for a cup of coffee at Hunch, this diner I work at. It’s really cosy, I’m sure you’ll like it.” She asked. Isa nodded, clearly excited. He liked her suggestion even more than his.
“Alright, we’ll take my car.”
He got up and tried to stack all his scattering papers in a folder. When he succeeded, he put them under his arm and took his reading glasses off. Iris stood up and Isa held the door open for her. Iris quickly reflected on the situation, she was going for a drink with her psychiatrist.
Although the situation might’ve seemed awkward she didn’t feel it at all. On the contrary, she was quite at ease with him. Isa stopped in front of a sleek black Mustang. Iris was stunned for a minute. “Is this really your car?!” Isa laughed at her gaping. “Yes it is, do you like it?” he asked jokingly at clearly seeing her excitement.
“Like it? I adore this car. My art teacher had one too.”
He was glad she liked it, but her last sentence bothered him. Was she close to her art teacher. She must be if the teacher saw how talented Iris was. He might not had seen her art work yet, but there was no denying in expecting the best.
“Get in, love.” Isa said.
Love just slipped out of his mouth. Iris noticed it too, but it sounded so natural coming from him. She loved how he said that. While Isa was driving, Iris gave him the directions. “So that art teacher of yours. Were you close to him?” “Kind of, we were on the same level in terms of art. Sometimes he would give me advice.” Iris said, reminiscing high school.
Isa couldn’t help but reply childishly: “Some advices contain poison.”
Iris laughed at that. They were comfortable sitting next to each other. Iris noticed how he drove reckless but seemed in control. “You know the speed limit is 60 right?” she asked. “Yes, why?” he replied not taking his eyes of the road. “Then why are you driving 90?” Isa grinned.
“Forget what we’re told, before we get too old.”
Iris wasn’t surprised at his smart comeback. “Sure sure, just slow down.” She asked. Isa listened, not wanting her to be uncomfortable, although he always drove like that.
