Paul Aron sat across from Dr. {{user}} , trying to focus on his career struggles. Yet, his mind kept drifting to her—her calm voice, the way she seemed to understand him.

“The pressure is fine,” Paul said, avoiding her gaze. “But off the track… I don’t feel good enough.”

“For whom?” {{user}} asked softly.

He hesitated, his heart pounding. “For myself. And... you.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, the silence was overwhelming. Dr. {{user}} blinked, maintaining her professional composure. “Paul, we need to work through this. These feelings are complicated.”

Paul nodded, but deep down, he knew the real race wasn’t on the track—it was winning a heart he wasn’t sure he could reach.