Louise looked around the room, taking in as many details as possible. The books about personal development along with 'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.' Unexpected in a room for counselling she thought. There were children's drawings blue-tacked to the wall. Did the counsellor have children, or were they nieces and nephews.
Gentle, soothing music was playing on a stereo and somewhere, she couldn't see where, there was a scented candle burning.
They sat down. Louise had to recap her week. Talk about how she had progressed with her goals. It felt one-sided. Telling the counsellor all of these intimate details but knowing nothing about her. Louise looked for clues about the woman sitting across from her, staring hard into her eyes: She was well dressed but not in an old-fashioned way. Had dark brown eyes which were very intense when they bored through her. No wedding ring. Slim and exuding a calming presence. She suited her job.
Louise broached the harder subjects, it had been a hard week. The counsellor asked questions she didn't like but she listened and understood everything that was being discussed. Louise felt a well of emotion over-run her. She desperately didn't want to cry or use those tissues. She took a deep breath and swallowed as deeply as she could.
The time went quickly after that. Goals for next week were discussed.
'No tissues were needed,' thought Louise. ' I win,' as she wandered back out into the real world.