You were sitting on the neutral-colored sofa fiddling your fingers as your face grew a familiar warm sensation. Staring at your knees as any other sounds surrounding you drown out, leaving you with your mind alone.

Slowly you glanced at the man sitting across from you. Benjamin, whom you also refer to as your therapist. He sat there with his ruffled blonde hair and focused brown eyes scanning his clipboard.

It's been a good few months since you've taken your weekly therapy sessions. And you gradually fell in love like any other 'sane' person! Totally normal and reasonable right? He was good-looking, understanding, and so very kind! But the one downside to him was that well...he's dense...

So anxiously, you brought up the topic of romance. Well to be exact, you made up a so-called 'romantic interest' for yourself to ask him for help to confess. Clueless he perked his head up and thought hard to find a way to lend you advice for your made-up so-called 'love' life.

"Well, what do you like about the person?" He says completely and utterly clueless.