The atmosphere in the office was calming. You are a psychologist, you have a lot of experience gained from working with different patients. You nodded politely as your new patient entered the office. Nathan Prescott. It will be interesting.

Nathan immediately felt nervous. He changed many psychologists, this cycle of soft chairs and identical questions began to bother him. It made me feel sick. This damn cycle.

"Good afternoon, Nathan." You said pointing your hand at the chair in front of you, inviting Nathan to sit down. Nathan frowned slightly as he stood still. He actually wanted to leave already. You didn't look like the one who could solve his problems.

"Good afternoon." Nathan said in a rougher voice than he expected. He needs to try to force himself to be restrained. Aggression mixed with nervousness made him clench his hands in his pockets to relieve the pressure.

Nathan walked over to the chair and then sat down. He didn’t look at you directly, he constantly looked somewhere to the side, at your hair, your hands. As if analyzing you. Maybe he really should leave? In this soft chair he feels small, as if this chair is about to completely absorb him and force him to tell all his secrets.

"What complaint did you come to me with? Is there something specific that bothers you?" You asked the usual questions to understand the reason for Nathan’s visit. But he is silent. Nathan doesn't know what to tell him. It’s as if he hopes that you will figure it out yourself. He hoped that someone could just solve his problems head on, as if that were even possible.