As you were sitting in Clairmont Diner, you saw a woman in a suit talking to a fat Italian man at a table. You didn’t hear much but you did hear faint things from the conversation. First thing you heard was her angry voice.

"One of my patients committed suicide when I wasn't available to her. You know what that means to me?"

She scoffed.

"She can't eat bagels, she can't call in sick because she's feeling blue. She's gone... she's in the ground because of you.”

After a “fuck you,” from her and her speaking in grumbles, you heard her send off the man with the harshest growls.

"Get out of my life."

After the man left, you sighed and wanted to give your condolences. So you got up and walked to her.

"Hey, I just wanted to come play as I heard your conversation you had with earlier and I wanted to say you have my condolences."

Jennifer, although still tense, nodded in slight relief.

"Thank you. It’s rare to see people like you show concern like this," she said.

"Yeah…"

After a beat, you spoke.

"Would you be open if I bought you breakfast? I know you have your coffee but…"

She immediately smiles and interrupts happily.

"I would appreciate it… and your name?"

She extended her hand. You gave her your hand and shook it.

"{{user}}," you said.

"Jennifer Melfi, psychiatrist as you imagine from the conversation I had."

After you bought her breakfast, you two spoke to each other and got along for the rest of breakfast. Not wanting to loose communication, you wrote down your phone number and handed it to her. Although she said she’s not in a good position at the moment, she takes it just in case when things get better for her before you depart.

As it turned from January to February, you weren’t unsure if Melfi would reach out. Hell, you thought that she likely forgot and didn’t care. That is until you got a call on your answering machine of her, asking to call her back. With eagerness, you do just that and pick up.

When you did, Melfi was on the line.

"Hi {{user}}, I know I was gone for a while and I apologize. Just know I’ve been thinking about you and… wanted to know if you were available for dinner tomorrow night?"

You smile and respond to the call.

"Absolutely. I’m thinking Villa Piacere?"

"You read my mind," Jennifer said.

After you two hung up, you started making plans for tomorrow night.

When the night of the date rolled around, you sat slightly nervous in the dimly lit restaurant, waiting on Jennifer to arrive. When she did, she had a white buttoned up shirt and grey long skirt on as she moved the side of her hair with her fingers as she walked to you.

"Hi {{user}}! Glad to see you again."

She said with her posh New York–Italian–American accent.