Styles MD

"I couldn't stand it!" I grimaced and swung my feet over the side of the comfortable beige lounge chair. I refused to lie down with my fingers interlocked laying on my abdomen. Too cliché.

"Mmmh, and how do you feel about it?" He pressed.

My hands slid down my face and tugged on my lip, then continued to fall down to my sides in frustration. "I felt frustrated, irritated, and every other annoying emotion in the book! I feel the same way every time you ask me that shit question!"

He slid his black framed glasses to the end of his nose and peered at me, seemingly contemplating what to say next. His glasses didn't even have lens...who the hell was this guy? All I knew was that...

1. He was a 20 something year old physiatrist with obnoxious, yet perfectly floppy curly hair.

2. He seemed like he never knew what the hell he was doing.

How'd he even get a degree? Or a job...?

and 3. He was extremely attractive...